Dec 26 2008
in which I switch the focus of my whinging back to coach travel
Because, you know, that’s exactly what you think of when you think of Christmas. :p I’m lazy, okay? I should probably talk about Christmastime in Norwich and why that’s prettier than here, but whatever.
So: coach travel. That basically means long-distance travel by bus. Since my last post on the suckiness that is coach travel, I also spent another 4+ hours in a bus going back to London. (That was more fun than the journey from Heathrow to Gatwick, but we’ll get to that some other time.) And it is not fun. Trains are slightly better, and airplanes even more so, even though airplane travel can’t really be classed as “fun” unless you’re clinically insane or something. Because the thing is, if a bus is moving forward at a pretty steady rate of speed, that’s not so bad; it’s maybe a little more uneven for moving around or sitting still than you might like, but it’s okay. But any time the bus slows down or turns? Well, if you’re trying to sleep, you will be thrown half off the seat, and if you’re walking to the lavatory or in the lavatory…yeah, good luck not brusing yourself or worse.
