the bus journey.
well, you know how it goes. "i'm going to london, to buy a heat magazine..." not in my case.
"i went to london and read a heat magazine."
we set off from ullapool. we had about 10cm of space between our legs and the chair in front. imagine being stuck like this for basically a whole day. got that picture in your head? that's us.
so after spending about 19 hours on the bus journey from hell, we pull up at the most dank place imaginable. the hostel. [din din dinnnnn.]
the light in the shower is un-lightable. there is no soap. the floor is dirty. and there are beds at odd angles sticking out all over the place. yes i know. weird.
more later.
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