As often happens on these trips, a day actually starts at night. This one in the Singapore departures lounge at 11.55PM. The A380 holds one hell of a lot of people and they take an age to load.
My seating companion had such a large ass she couldn’t find the seat belt and when she could she problems doing it up. She was pleasant tho, hardly spoke a word all flight except for that gargling noise people make when they throw up, which she did as we were landing.
Once off though, apart from some turbulence and a woman threatening to sue the Equal Opportunities Commission, the Discrimination Board, for not letting her have a pee, when we had been instructed to put on our seat belt.
It was a quiet albeit uncomfortable flight. Having extra legroom made not one jot of difference, and to say I slept would be overstating things a lot. I dozed on and off for 10 hours to be relieved by breakfast (thankfully prior to the aforementioned vomit).
Heathrow was painless, and I just caught my flight to Glasgow, thinking I an hour more than I had. Flew over England for the first time and what a country it would be, if there was no cloud. You can just imagine how pretty it would be!!
Glasgow, once I found the station, carrying all my gear (I was reunited with my checked in luggage here) is a very pretty city and I took in what I could, having missed the early train to Fort William thankfully. It is clean, no beggars and everyone if very polite. The coffee is tolerable except the bar where I found internet access that was god awful and cold.
The train from Glasgow to Fort William was a delight. My fears of falling asleep was unfounded, there was just too much to look at as we passed over rivers and locks etc, travelling beside Loch Lomond for some time. It's quite odd, as the train hits a hits a rise in the track it starts to gasp, and as the momentum increases it starts to make noises like a woman makes as she get close-well you know what I mean- finally sighing as it reaches the climax of the climb.
HOWEVER that is the only peak it reaches, as I had the misfortune to have some coffee from the vendor on the train. It was so bad as to be almost undrinkable, however I was thirsty and that’s my only excuse. I just can’t conceive how they can make it THAT bad, it must take superhuman effort to bugger up what should be a simple process.
HOWEVER that is the only peak it reaches, as I had the misfortune to have some coffee from the vendor on the train. It was so bad as to be almost undrinkable, however I was thirsty and that’s my only excuse. I just can’t conceive how they can make it THAT bad, it must take superhuman effort to bugger up what should be a simple process.
And Fort William is pretty cute too with a cobbled pedestrian main street. My hotel, the Ossian resided in the main street and I am currently perched in my cell overlooking Loch Linne.
Had a wonderful shower, mastering the funny controls and felt much better. Took a long walk around Fort William, sussing out our accommodation for tomorrow, trying to find the actual fort, which proved elusive and chatting up some cabbies to get me from my hotel in the morning, take my gear to the B and B and then deposit me at the base of Ben Nevis.
Dinner was an ordinary beef burger with obligatory chips and a salad that we would hoot at in derision. Parsimonious is the word that springs to mind and there wasn’t one parsimone in it!! Beer was good tho.
I am sitting here and the room is swaying. I get like that after a long flight (and a few beers I here you shout).
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