Tuesday, 18 September 2012
Turns Out Yesterday Wasn't That Stressful in Comparison to This Morning
So I needed to be at the train station at 8:55. I set my alarm for 7:30. I woke up to my alarm at 7:30. I turned the alarm off. I went back to sleep (Unintentially obviously). I woke up at 8:35. Shit shit shit. I had absolutely no idea if I could make the train but luckily I had given myself the best chance by pre-packing most of my stuff before going on the pub crawl and going to pick up my train ticket the day before. Apparently all the buses go to the train station so my plan was to run as much as possible and catch a bus if it went past. I thought it would take slightly more than 30min to run it with a pack on and I would still have to navigate using a map so I was pretty screwed. In hindsight I'm actually surprised that I actually attempted it. I started running down the road as a bus was coming along. I had no idea where it was going to stop but I could just about run at the same speed so I did that for about 80m and came across a stop. I hopped on the bus and asked how long it took to get to the train station. The driver said 16-20min. It was 8:40. I considered if I could run faster than a bus through Bruges but decided I might end up doing myself a mischief running with my pack and if I ran there and missed the train I would have been absolutely exhausted and guted. Better to come to terms with missing the train while I was sitting on a bus. For a terrifying moment I realised I only had a 50 euro note in my wallet and the the fare was 2 euro. Luckily I managed to magically produce 2 euro coin from somewhere. I kept asking for updates and the updates were getting closer to the minimum time required to get there on time. I think at some point the bus driver realised that we could make it and hit the Nos button (I didn't actually realise busses had those). We pulled into the station at 8:50 and I found the gate and got on to the train just before the doors closed. I don't feel comfortable writing the expression that went through my head so if you know me well enough you should be able to work it out from the first letters (I'm looking at you 60 year old Blair!). H S F C F G. I'm such a muppet.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment