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Day 1 the start of the trip York to London
Turns out our waterproofs are not so waterproof after all.....
Yohans and Ians set off on a Euro adventure, with Len (the
motorbike). The trip length is 3 weeks, planned millage 3,000…..
We actually spent some time planning this trip, as far as a
start and end date with a few places to stay along the way. In the past when I
have travelled with my old chum Ians planning has not always been our strong
point. We therefore felt quite prepared. Ians had just come back from the
states a few days earlier and had taken Len along the old route 66.
As we were planning I wrote down useful pieces of
information such as the address and dates of where we were staying, contact
numbers etc. However I seemed to misplace this piece of paper and Ians computer
had broken the day before wiping off all the information. We discovered the day
before that we didn’t actually have any record of where we were meant to be
going on what date, not even a rough guess of what country.
After searching various emails we managed to work out what
we had booked and where. I decided from now on we needed something reliable to
write these important informations down in, I found a cool leather bound
unicorn note book my flatmate had given me. It was perfect. How could we go
wrong with the unicorn book!
Armed with the unicorn book we decided to do a last minute
check of things like passports and ferry/train times. The plan was that Ians
was going to come up Saturday night and we would set off Sunday morning to
London for the euro star. Upon checking the information we found out that we
were actually mean to be getting the Euro star on Saturday. Luckily we managed
to change the train date and we set off Monday as we had already booked our
first nights accommodation in Paris Monday night. I think this start to the
trip was a sign, a sign that nothing was going to run quite as smoothly as
planned.
That Friday night Dave came to stay which was really cool
and he waved us off Saturday night after feasting on some pretty tasty Thai
food.
7pm Saturday night, and off we set. Not a cloud in the sky…..
Of course it didn’t stay like that for long and we soon discovered
that our waterproofs were not so waterproof after all. For some reason when
riding a motorbike the first thing to get wet is the old crotch! Then the
knees. I still remember that awful feeling of freezing cold water seeping into
my crotch area. There is nothing quite like it.
The weather was horrendous pretty much all the way there. We
decided to stop off at a rather rage service station for some moral boosting
snacks and a coffee. This was around 11pm I think. We opted for a KFC. Ians
ordered some kind of chicken with bones and I asked for the ‘mini breasts’ note
the use of the s after breast indicating that there is more than one. What I
actually got was one mini breast and some fries. I tried to go and complain but
the lady at the counter didn’t seem to understand that I was in fact expecting
multiple breasts and tried to sell me additional breasts. In the end I gave up
and skulked back to my seat to eat my one measly breast.
We set off again and as we put on our helmets it started to
rain. After hours and a cheeky little petrol stop the sat nav final said that
we had arrived at our destination. For some reason I had in my head that our
hotel was called imotep. It was infact called ibis or something.
Although the sat nav said we had arrived all we could see
was an industrial estate with a few very skedgy houses. Upon further
investigation the ibis was round the corner and down a rather rapey looking
ally. We checked in and dried off.
Throughout this trip there will be certain ratings. How soft
the pillows were is rated on a scale of 1-5 and the symbol for this is breasts.
This comes from the saying pillows as soft as the breasts of virgins. If the
pillows are really bad then negative numbers up to – 5 are represented by old
man hips.
The food is rated 1-5 with a picture of a croissant. And our
spirits are rated 1-5 with little ghosts. I will see if there is a way of
uploading them to the blog but I’m not quite sure how yet so for now I will
just write them at the bottom of each page.
Needless to say that night in the ibis was pretty rage. I
noticed just before we put the lights out that there were a couple of cheeky
little wall type fleas next to Ians bed. This made me chuckle a bit because
they were not next to me. I documented them in the unicorn book and will try
and upload the picture later.
The pillows were not so soft and the breakfast was full of
rages and a little kid that felt my butt! The coffee was alright though
Ratings for this day include
Virgins tits : 2
Croissants : 2
Ghosts : 2
