If you've ever seen the movie Euro Trip, there's a scene where they are trying to get to Berlin, and accidentally get into a truck headed "nowhere near Berlin". It's not until after they get to Bratislava they realize that they are nowhere near Berlin.
We had a "nowhere near Berlin" moment yesterday on our way back from York. Our train was supposed to depart York at 5:26pm on platform 3, make a change in Sheffield and then arrive in Nottingham by 7:38. We were waiting on platform 3 for the train and around 5:10 a train pulls up and everyone gets on. There are no signs on the train, so we hop on just as we have at every other train station. This train is so full, there are people literally standing in every inch of the train. We find a lovely little spot between two cars and decide we'll just stand until Sheffield. As were about to pull out of the station, a muffled English voice come on and says something about Kings Cross and mentions the time of 2 hours until London. London? Who's going to London? I tried to open the train door to get off, but we were too late. We were going nowhere near Nottingham. After an hour of standing on a crazy train full of people, we arrive in Peterborough and we get off. Thankfully, there's another train headed through Nottingham on its way to Manchester. We would have missed it, but luckily it lost an engine and was running 45 minutes late. About a half hour later, the sign changes and the train is no longer running to Manchester, but is stopping for good in Nottingham. Yay, at least we're still good. But those Manchester football hooligans were not happy. They were "oyeing" and stomping around. At last our train arrives and there are open seats! We were only an hour later than normal, and we had quite the adventure.
No comments:
Post a Comment