This was the one trip I was taking that was organized by the school so I had high expectations for it. We left on Thursday around 6pm with a 5 hour coach ride ahead of us. Fun, I know. For some strange reason the drivers here cannot drive for more than 4 hours without a 45 minute break... so about 2 hours into the trip we had to stop for them. I have no idea where we stopped, but it was at some swank lorry stop. We finally arrived at some god forsaken hour. Everything was dark and the shunted us off the coaches and into the hostel. It felt similar to all those times when we arrived at campsites late and night and had to try and pitch the tents in the dark. I am thinking of that particular time where mum was supposed to make Pasta with tomato and basil but... she forgot the whole pasta part of the dish and so we ate it on bread. Oh the good old days. Well here in the Lake District we dropped off our bags and then went on onto the tiny pier and when say tiny I mean the thing was about 4 feet wide and maybe 30 feet long. It's basically there for the hostel guests to walk out on. So you've probably gathered that our hostel was on the shore of the Lake. Lake Windermere in fact.
We got bored on the pier after a while so we decided to walk to the little town of Ambleside. Ambleside is the closest town to our hostel and it was about a 15 minute walk into the town. It was so late that everything was pretty much closed except for a few pubs, so the group of us just walked around exploring. There really wasn't anything to see in Ambleside so we walked back to our hostel and called it a night.
g'night moon.
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