Tuesday, 13 December 2011

Driving home for Christmas

Today I am having an amazing Christmas party at work. I am sitting here with my Christmas tie and my Christmas pudding... blegh! I don’t like Christmas pudding, but... it is kinda obligatory to eat it during Christmas, isn't it? Anyway, I just got some amazing bath balls from secret Santa! So if I buy a bath for a few quid, I can really use them and turn into a happy kid!

Do you remember that I told you about my mate Nick who was coming to visit me? It was amazing and we had so much fun! I don’t know why we did it, but we decided to rent a car for a day. Such a mistake! ...

...it all began when the alarm clock went off....

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP... 30 minutes later ... BEEP BEEP BEEP. .... ‘REMCO WAKE UP YOU LAZY DONKEY!’ and I was like... ‘Huh what happened? Are we dead? Who are you? Nick! What are you doing in my room?!’  I totally forgot that Nick was staying over, so that was a bit awkward.

Anyway, we found a centre which rents out cars to people under 25, but unfortunately, only Stansted Airport was open on Sundays. After 2 hours we finally arrived at Stansted and picked up our car. Both of us wanted to drive, so we decided to get in the car and then check where the steering wheel was. I know that to most of you this doesn’t make sense, but in my country people drive at the right side of the road, while people in Britain drive at the left side. This means that the steering wheel is at the other side of the car, which makes everything really confusing. Anyway, we got in the car and luckily I was the one in front of the steering wheel.  Within 10 minutes we found out how the gears worked and; because we were so confident I drove towards a roundabout to get on the motorway, just before I nearly hit a bus. The whole day was full of near death experiences as I hit the curve 17 times. Besides that, the traffic made me wonder why people from the opposite direction were driving in my lane. This happened 3 times, and then I realised that it was me who was driving in the wrong lane.... At the end we did make it to our final destination: Colchester and Clacton-on-Sea!

Why?  ... To ride a bicycle (see picture)