Today has been another fabulous day of England. Though rather than sight-seeing, we were rushing blindly through the day hoping and praying our legs could carry us as fast as need be to make our train. Well, trains. And then buses, and then more trains. All of them sadistically scheduled with no time in between. Darn these Brits.
So, with a backpack, a purse, a large sack of tea, and a suitcase weighing the same as a grown person I set off in hot pursuit of my travel-guide and dear friend. A dear friend whom was herself dragging two suitcases (her's had wheels though, dang it) and a backpack behind her. A dear friend who was deathly worried about missing her train. A dear friend who has spent far more time running after trains than I have, and who therefor traveled a good twenty paces ahead of me the entire day.
Needless to say, people on trains don't like getting knocked in the head with large suitcases. Nor do they like when you stop in the isle for minutes to lift said large suitcase overhead. However, they do feel a sort of pity towards a girl whose blinking her eyelashes and pointing helplessly at her bent up train ticket. That's when they let you through the gate anyways, and forgive all the mess you made. Thank the Lord for that.
Obvious lesson of the day? Well, there are two.
Number 1 - Sore muscles, aching feet, tired back, and an exhausted mind are totally worth it when you reach your destination (as long as that destination includes a couch and cold drink).
Number 2- Train delays happen. Make sure you've got you've got a great friend sitting next to you when it does.
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