I know, I know, it's once again been a long time between drinks (but not for me) for sips from the Jelly Journey. I have been living it up in Scotland. Before that - living it up in Scotland - catching up with new friends from travel and old friends from... Life travel.
But for now, let me bring you up to speed on my recent adventures... Over 9 days ago I caught the Megabus bus to Inverness in Scotland. I need to point out that the bus was leaving London at 11:45 at night, so I was facing a twelve and a half hour journey throughout the night. It was a Sunday night and was cheaper than flying at short notice. I also thought it was going to be quite sparse on the bus, I imagined me and maybe three other scattered lost souls throughout the coach, powering through the night.
Instead, I got a surprise. Surely this is no surprise...
Firstly, I turned up in the nick of time at Victoria station and trundled my tailor made Scottish kit in my trusty One Planet TM backpack throughout the cool streets of mostly midnight London. I found the coach station, no problem. However, I could not find a destination of Inverness on the departure board. Every other city was listed, but no Inverness - luckily I had studied a map of Scotland, so knew the basic layout and headed of to a coach stance (Scottish for stand - they really are proud people, they take a stance on everyhing it seems!) that listed a city in the North, close enough to Inverness... and joined the biggest most disorganised queue you've ever seen. Luckily, a bus arrived and had the cities of arrival scrolling through the LED system. Inverness was listed (phew) but I was required to make a change in Perth. How long is this bus trip?! Anyhoo, I said see you later to my bag (not goodbye, never goodbye) going underneath the bus and hopped aboard the non numbered seating MEGAbus. This is certainly all very different to the European buses. I couldn't help but notice the bus was late (and subsequently all buses since have been late, this would never happen in Spain, you could set your watch to hose things), clearly running on Jelly time.
I found a window seat, more to rest my neck pillow on rather than viewing the passing and dark landscape of the night... And the largest girthed man took a seat next to me. Great. Twelve and a bit hours of fighting over the armrest- nay, trying to find the armrest. But then luckily, he swapped with another guy to sit with his wife. Lucky?! Or not?
Turns out, not.
I found myself sitting next to the drunk, stinky man that didn't realise or want to notice that I was wearing headphones. Sure, they weren't in use at the time, but he didn't need to know that. I slipped myself a generic half a roofie and slunk into my shoulders to try and get some sleep. The past few days had been spent gathering warm clothes (I am now sponsored by Superdry - it is a dream come true)