Disastrous journeys
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Off with family for a fortnight in Mexico, took off as normal on a rainy Tuesday morning, problem was the date 11/9/01.
Spent three nights in Halifax, Nova Scotia.
One the fourth day finally made it to the resort in Mexico.
Spent three nights in Halifax, Nova Scotia.
One the fourth day finally made it to the resort in Mexico.
I’ve got a fair few, 24 hours delay in Zhengzhou airport due to heavy snow, put us in a local hotel, was fine, room felt warm enough and cozy, so slept in my boxers and t shirt. The steam heating failed during the night, woke up around 2am in what felt like first stages of hypothermia, the bath towel I’d used earlier was freezing solid almost. Got dressed huddled around the electric kettle for warmth, checked out and walked back the airport in a blizzard.
Baby Give It Up
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40 hour bus journey from Koh Samui to Singapore.
Bus was late so missed our connecting bus from KL to Singapore. Had to wait around for hours in KL and then was hoyed onto some proper skanky bus that had no air con to a place called Malaka (found it quite funny as that is the word for wanker in Greek LOLZ) to connect to Singapore.
Malaka is probably one of the dodgiest places I have visited. We arrived there about 11pm and the buses to Singapore weren't running till 6am.
Had to hang around this dodgy ass bus stop for 7 hours which was surrounded by Malaysian smackheads, beggers, gangsters. Never felt more on edge in me life.
Bus was late so missed our connecting bus from KL to Singapore. Had to wait around for hours in KL and then was hoyed onto some proper skanky bus that had no air con to a place called Malaka (found it quite funny as that is the word for wanker in Greek LOLZ) to connect to Singapore.
Malaka is probably one of the dodgiest places I have visited. We arrived there about 11pm and the buses to Singapore weren't running till 6am.
Had to hang around this dodgy ass bus stop for 7 hours which was surrounded by Malaysian smackheads, beggers, gangsters. Never felt more on edge in me life.
forzamilansafc
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Malta vs England last year, car ran out of petrol about 15 mile from Edinburgh airport and ended up missing the flight. Didn't make it to Malta so ended up watching the game in some pub near York
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Doberman
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few seasons back. Was at Uni in Lancaster. We were playing Blackburn on a Monday night live on Sky. Cash turnstiles on the night. I considered it all day then finally decided to fuck it off and attend my final lecture 4-5pm instead. Came to 5pm. Lecture was shit. I checked train times to Blackburn. Asked on here should it be done? Advice was aye, go for it! All the old-timers reminisced about the days of hitch hiking to the arse end of nowhere. I rechecked times to Blackburn but completely forgot about times home. It won't matter I thought I'll jump in a taxi outside the ground and be back at the station in no time! Young & naive.
Got to the game. It finished 0-0. Worst game I've ever witnessed. There was basically me and about 3 buses of ALS kids in the away end. It was beyond freezing.
Came out. No taxis anywhere. I nipped into that away pub (forgot it's name now?) and asked for a taxi number. They pointed to the phone on the wall which was a direct line. I didn't factor in the inevitable match traffic and I was still stood outside Ewood when my train was leaving Blackburn. Jumped in the taxi & told him to take me straight to Preston. Pitch black and only me in the taxi with a North East accent. I'm sure he took me around the houses because the taxi cost about £90. Dropped off at Preston. Only fucker in the whole station. Not a soul anywhere. Eerily quiet. Sat on the bench in the station like a down and out making a home for the night waiting for the final train to depart Preston for the night.
got home about 1am, £100 lighter (on student income this just about bankrupt me) having stood with the ALS knackers watching the worst game of my life. Was up and sat in a lecture room at 8am the following morning.
morale of the story - when the SMB says do it, do the opposite!
Got to the game. It finished 0-0. Worst game I've ever witnessed. There was basically me and about 3 buses of ALS kids in the away end. It was beyond freezing.
Came out. No taxis anywhere. I nipped into that away pub (forgot it's name now?) and asked for a taxi number. They pointed to the phone on the wall which was a direct line. I didn't factor in the inevitable match traffic and I was still stood outside Ewood when my train was leaving Blackburn. Jumped in the taxi & told him to take me straight to Preston. Pitch black and only me in the taxi with a North East accent. I'm sure he took me around the houses because the taxi cost about £90. Dropped off at Preston. Only fucker in the whole station. Not a soul anywhere. Eerily quiet. Sat on the bench in the station like a down and out making a home for the night waiting for the final train to depart Preston for the night.
got home about 1am, £100 lighter (on student income this just about bankrupt me) having stood with the ALS knackers watching the worst game of my life. Was up and sat in a lecture room at 8am the following morning.
morale of the story - when the SMB says do it, do the opposite!
kossoff
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Definitely got robbed by that taxi. That journey is probably only £30 still these days.few seasons back. Was at Uni in Lancaster. We were playing Blackburn on a Monday night live on Sky. Cash turnstiles on the night. I considered it all day then finally decided to fuck it off and attend my final lecture 4-5pm instead. Came to 5pm. Lecture was shit. I checked train times to Blackburn. Asked on here should it be done? Advice was aye, go for it! All the old-timers reminisced about the days of hitch hiking to the arse end of nowhere. I rechecked times to Blackburn but completely forgot about times home. It won't matter I thought I'll jump in a taxi outside the ground and be back at the station in no time! Young & naive.
Got to the game. It finished 0-0. Worst game I've ever witnessed. There was basically me and about 3 buses of ALS kids in the away end. It was beyond freezing.
Came out. No taxis anywhere. I nipped into that away pub (forgot it's name now?) and asked for a taxi number. They pointed to the phone on the wall which was a direct line. I didn't factor in the inevitable match traffic and I was still stood outside Ewood when my train was leaving Blackburn. Jumped in the taxi & told him to take me straight to Preston. Pitch black and only me in the taxi with a North East accent. I'm sure he took me around the houses because the taxi cost about £90. Dropped off at Preston. Only fucker in the whole station. Not a soul anywhere. Eerily quiet. Sat on the bench in the station like a down and out making a home for the night waiting for the final train to depart Preston for the night.
got home about 1am, £100 lighter (on student income this just about bankrupt me) having stood with the ALS knackers watching the worst game of my life. Was up and sat in a lecture room at 8am the following morning.
morale of the story - when the SMB says do it, do the opposite!
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bmp1970
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Makati to the airport as you said the last mile an hour - painful.
To be fair a day and a half in KL is enough..
mux
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Told this story on here before. On my brother's 21st birthday we were playing Sporting Lisbon in Portugal pre-season
For his birthday I got us flights and hotel and flew out on the morning of his birthday with the intention of going to the ground and getting tickets (cash turnstiles it said online). Got to the stadium and it was empty. Wandered around for about half an hour and found the club shop - poor lass in broken English could barely contain her laughter when she was telling us that the game wasn't being played in Lisbon but in Albufeira on the Algarve which was a mere 160 miles away
So me and my bro ended up watching it in the hotel as it was amazingly on the tele over there. With it being a Sunday the whole of Lisbon was basically shut, so we got to see absolutely fuck all.
Never been back to Portugal and my brother doesn't trust me with any travel plans anymore
For his birthday I got us flights and hotel and flew out on the morning of his birthday with the intention of going to the ground and getting tickets (cash turnstiles it said online). Got to the stadium and it was empty. Wandered around for about half an hour and found the club shop - poor lass in broken English could barely contain her laughter when she was telling us that the game wasn't being played in Lisbon but in Albufeira on the Algarve which was a mere 160 miles away
So me and my bro ended up watching it in the hotel as it was amazingly on the tele over there. With it being a Sunday the whole of Lisbon was basically shut, so we got to see absolutely fuck all.
Never been back to Portugal and my brother doesn't trust me with any travel plans anymore
thamesvalleyman
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Tell us more please...sounds scary as...
I got a bit luckier than you, in some ways, on 9/11. I was flying to San Francisco on one of the last flights that was able to turn back to the UK. Never yet got there...
Foreigner
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Christmas 2013. Flew home from Vegas, first to Georgia - flight from hell as the plane dropped midair, trollies, luggage, people, flew up in the air. Masks came down. Absolutely shit myself - was just turbulence apparently. I’ve never been the same flying.
Was planning to get a connecting flight from Ronald Reagan to Heathrow. Cancelled. Was convinced I was spending Christmas in an airport. Absolute nightmare.
BA sorted us out however, taxi to Dulles and flight back in time for Christmas Eve and straight to the local.
Was planning to get a connecting flight from Ronald Reagan to Heathrow. Cancelled. Was convinced I was spending Christmas in an airport. Absolute nightmare.
BA sorted us out however, taxi to Dulles and flight back in time for Christmas Eve and straight to the local.
