OMG update!
Well, this is me. Back from the campsite, doing my homework, having 30 minutes to spare before class. so guess what, Journal entry time!Ok before we start this journal, there is a couple of things i would like to get out of the way:
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Now that thats done, back to the trip
Friday, day of the journey, started off quite well actually. I woke up, realised I’d be late for my train, packed whatever I could remember to bring, sent a few emails to hope to god I could get a ride somewhere, anywhere, OTHER than by train, (at which point no one bothered to help. bastards.) and caught my train to Stiffkey, thereby igniting my SIX HOUR JOURNEY FROM HEEEEELLLLLLLL!
to start off with, I got one of possibly the most uncomfortable seats ever created by mankind. Next to a guy in shades who was perving all over me but I couldn’t see becasue his eyes were hidden by his shades. His eyebrows kept rasing though. Cute or not, I was still freaked out.
This was promptly followed by a change at Norwich, where for some unexplained reason the train announcer kept changing the platforms my train was supposed to be. Frist it was 4a, then 5b, then 3a, then back to 4a... at which point me and the hundred other people trying to get to steringham promptly lynched the nearest train driver until our demands where met. And met they were.
One good side of this journey: despite the 50 or so maps I printed out in case I got horribly horribly lost, I had not realised that Stiffkey was right next to the ocean. So imagine my suprise when I turned to my left at Cromer and saw the sea for the first time in 5 years. The view was perfect: back in ghana if you stood on the Veranda of the Main House (uh... imagine a balcony really) you could see the Accra Plains, which lead to the ocean beyond. I was given that same view in a second and it almost fooled me into believing I had gone back home again. By a four hour trian journey. Riiight. (note: I will deny this if ever asked, but I shed a tear when I saw it. Lets keep that to ourselves show we?)
anyway, I arrive bang in the middle of sheringham, slightly tiredfrom my four hour trip from hell, and ready to find a bus to the campsite. All I had to do was go to the tourist information box, ask for directions, get directed, pop in the campsite and get down to business.
The tourist information box was closed.
son of a...
Checked the cab fare: 17:50. HEEEEEELLLLLLL no! With much trepidation I went to the bus stop, hoping against hope that the next bus would take me where I wanted to go. Enter: the chac kids.
some dumb children (ages 15 to 20) decide to come over in their silly little accents and a lot of rather odd clothing (one of them was wearing a fake lakers jersey. can you believe it?) and they tried to steal my bag! MY BAG! bastards! they were lucky that the bus driver (who drove right past me a few minutes before without saying anything because he thought I was one of them – look at my freaking skin colour, do I LOOK like I belong here?) managed to stop and hurdle me onto the bus before things started getting ugly. All I can say is I would have had quite a lot of meat during the trip.
The bus driver was nice though, he helped me get straight to the campsite (actually he didn’t know if it was the one I<
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