Sunday 21st November 1999
A couple of the other teams were also there, so we sat and chatted about the tournament while we revitalized ourselves with coffee, croissants and orange juice. Lots of it! By then it was about midday, and we then needed to think about making our respective ways back home. The Germans, we reckoned, should be just about there." |
George: "Philip Fearnhead very kindly gave me a lift to Brussels in
order to catch the Eurostar back to London, managing to negotiate the ring road around the
city."
Martin: "Ralph, Toby and Martin were booked on the 7pm
ferry from Calais back to Dover, so had plenty of time to kill. We looked on the
map and decided to hit Bruges on the way back. Kobi elected to join us, and from
there catch a train to Brussels and pick up her bus back to Berlin.
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Kobi: "Bruges was fun, when I realised that Bruges really was Bruges
and not Brussels (Belgium is a long way from Australia, alright?!). The Tintin shop, the
snail gargoyles, the swarms of tourists, and the discussion of the virtues of various
sizes of breasts made the stopover a pleasant trip home."
Martin: "Eventually, it was time for us to go our separate ways, so
we picked up the car, and then drove Kobi to the railway station where we said
our various goodbyes, and then Ralph, Toby and Martin made the trek for the
coast. Once again, we were up against it, as Martin's lack of sleep over the
last few days had finally caught up on him, and he was having real difficulty in
staying awake. "Keep talking to me, guys" came the plaintive plea.
Finally, we got to Calais and onto the ferry, where Martin laid claim to a row of five seats, stretched himself out and immediately went into low-power mode."
George: "Arriving back in Norwich at 9pm, I had just enough energy to unpack
before collapsing into bed, with the very happy thought that I didnt have to get up
early the next morning!"
Martin: "Two hours later we were in Dover and Martin had slept
through everything, but wasn't looking much more awake for it, and it was only
through much loud music and more constant talking to the driver that we got
unscathed back to Ralph's place in Kingston.
His mother made us cups of much-needed coffee, and was still smiling and cheerful, just as she had been when she brought Ralph's passport down to Dover on Friday. We reckoned he was a dead man once we were out of the way.
Suitably refreshed, we pressed on to Maidenhead to take Toby home, and thence to Amersham, chez Martin, thus bringing the UK leg of another successful European jaunt to a close."
Kobi: "I had actually planned to cruise around Brussels as my train
did not leave until
ten that night, but I struggled to wake up to check which station I was supposed to get
off at. That coupled with the bitter cold meant that I spent my time curled up in a
waiting room with a woman who compulsively ate some strange lollies with very loud
wrapping, and found myself reading the same page of Peter Carey for the 12th time before I
actually noticed. A German boy pretending to be American (with the subsequent accent)
tried to chat to me for way too long, and I finally had to feign sleep to silence him. It
worked, and after approximately 4 hours of quality bus sleep, I awoke to see torrents of
snow surrounding the bus and galloped from the bus station to catch the underground to
work, where I spent a justifiably unproductive day."