The Mission
I feel the Odyssues trying to get back to Ithaca after the fall of Troy. Initially BW and his girl get stuck in France. Luckily the manage to get back to Birmingham and then get a cab home. This is the day before we are all meant to leave for Swede. The AB and SB come back from New York and SB has his bag stolen, full of everything he has for the holiday. So after some quick packing SB and his girly CG manage to get packed and fly to Stockholm. We are due to leave and meet them the next day and get an overnight train together for 8 hours to get to Are. So we get to Heathrow amid the anarchy of the fog. Flights are being delayed and cancelled left right and centre. And yes our flight is cancelled. 90 minutes before it is meant to depart. So our options from BA are
a) Get a refund
b) Rebook a flight. The earliest which is on Boxing Day - five days later.
So we all jump in a cab back to mine to decide what to do. The brainwave hits. Fuck it lets drive. So we go back BW and grab his kitted out GMC van. We drive down to Dover and grab a ferry that leaves at midnight to Dunkirk. 2 hours later we arrive in Dunkirk after watching literally a whole ferry of polish people get pissed. Very surreal. Guys with square heads and girls who look like they are dressed from the '80's. So we then drive through France, Belgium, Holland, and then Germany. We go to port called Kiel in Germany and travel for 19 hours on a ferry across to Oslo. The ferry was huge, loads of shops clubs and everything. We had a wander about 2am through the main shopping area. It was deserted and made us all feel like we were in Dawn of the Dead. Seriously the ferry was big enough it felt like a Mall. We then went up to the club and watched pissed Germans dance to bad euro house. What was particurlaly funny was seeing the whole dance floor full of people shift all the way to the right...then al the way to the left...then back again as the ferry swayed side to side. Magic.
So we arrive in Oslo and drive 10 hours to reach our destination in Are. We meet up with the other peeps just in time for Xmas Eve at 19:00.
And after all that it hasn't fucking snowed once since we have been here and there is no snow.
Bollocks
a) Get a refund
b) Rebook a flight. The earliest which is on Boxing Day - five days later.
So we all jump in a cab back to mine to decide what to do. The brainwave hits. Fuck it lets drive. So we go back BW and grab his kitted out GMC van. We drive down to Dover and grab a ferry that leaves at midnight to Dunkirk. 2 hours later we arrive in Dunkirk after watching literally a whole ferry of polish people get pissed. Very surreal. Guys with square heads and girls who look like they are dressed from the '80's. So we then drive through France, Belgium, Holland, and then Germany. We go to port called Kiel in Germany and travel for 19 hours on a ferry across to Oslo. The ferry was huge, loads of shops clubs and everything. We had a wander about 2am through the main shopping area. It was deserted and made us all feel like we were in Dawn of the Dead. Seriously the ferry was big enough it felt like a Mall. We then went up to the club and watched pissed Germans dance to bad euro house. What was particurlaly funny was seeing the whole dance floor full of people shift all the way to the right...then al the way to the left...then back again as the ferry swayed side to side. Magic.
So we arrive in Oslo and drive 10 hours to reach our destination in Are. We meet up with the other peeps just in time for Xmas Eve at 19:00.
And after all that it hasn't fucking snowed once since we have been here and there is no snow.
Bollocks
posted by Tony Play at 3:47 pm
1 Comments:
dude... i LOVE that Dawn of the Dead feeling.
I get it every time I see a storm shutter slowly being lowered by a guard.
And then the music from the film kicks in my head,
Dun, dun da-da, duh-duh-duh da dun, dun da-da...
Happy New Year
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