Llundain

Wednesday the 12th of August, the day before Sam's birthday. The day I accompanied him to London for him to get a tattoo. We decided on getting the Megabus there fairly early to make the most out of the day, so we decided to get the bus at 6am, at the time not thinking how early this actually is. Anyways it all went down fine and we got to outside the castle, the usual pickup place, 10 minutes early.Whilst standing there, a woman who had the keys to the castle (!!) told us that the waiting place had been moved to around the corner. So we went there to find a family and a teenager also waiting for the bus.

6:10am. The bus still hasnt come, probs just running late.

6:20am. The bus still hasnt come.... check to see if the bus stop isnt further up the road, it isnt.

6:40am. We go to ring the helpline but it doesnt open till 8am.

7:00am. Sam rings his dad and manages to get a phonenumber that is open. We ring the number and find out that the bus stop was up the road, around the corner and behind a giant bush so it wasn't visible to us. This pissed off the very welshy father of the family very much so, the teenager just seemed confused and quiet, similar to an abandoned dog.

7:20am. The call centre rang us back and told us that there were 40 people on the other bus. We went to the other bus stop to see if we could get on the other bus leaving at 7:45, we did thankfully.


So we had a lovely day, met up with Lisa and Summa from uni and went shopping whilst Sam got tattooed. But as the day progressed a chaffing between my legs started to feel more and more like I was being raped by a scouring pad.

Then the journey home. We got on it fine and whatever, but as time went on my travel sickness got the best of me, but the end of the journey I was sweating buckets and felt like I was going to keel over. All the journey home an African child next to us wouldnt stop staring at me and sam whilst smacking his head on the seat in front of him.

As I stepped out of the Megabus the chaffing returned with a vengeance. I couldn't walk without looking like either I'd been violated or just shat myself. I physically couldnt join Sam and the gang to go to metros. I tried to hurry to the train station before the last train left...... missed it. I got a taxi. but the taxi driver was lovely, he golfed and had heard of my dad.

Long story short - Travelling for me is definitely not easy.