What's the most unusual way you could get to work?

[ringo]

There used to be a bloke at my work who kayak'd down the Regents Canal into Angel and then carried down to our office.

 

[Ranbay]

I used to skateboard to work when i lived down in that London.

 

[beesonthewhatnow]

On a tourbus. Do a days work, get on a bus, drink free beer, go to bed, wake up somewhere else, repeat.

 

[ATOMIC SUPLEX]

There used to be a bloke at my work who kayak'd down the Regents Canal into Angel and then carried down to our office.

I used to jog that way up to camden. How did he deal with the locks???

 

[Pickman's model]

I used to jog that way up to camden. How did he deal with the locks???

portage no doubt

 

[ringo]

I used to jog that way up to camden. How did he deal with the locks???

No idea, he never said.

 

[ATOMIC SUPLEX]

No idea, he never said.

Bit of a bummer if you have to keep getting in and out. Wouldn't be easy at kayak height. Can't imagine you could go that fast either. I'd stick to running.

 

[8ball]

People who are really good at kayaking seem to be able to go at a fair lick with seemingly little effort.

Have tried it and was quite jealous.

 

[RubyToogood]

I was wondering on my way down the hill on my bicycle if I could do the whole commute without pedalling at all. I'd have to walk some bits but I reckon I could account for quite a lot of it.

 

[pinkmonkey]

I'm freelance and we live onboard so when I've got meetings back in London or I have to get to an airport, when we're away cruising I have some very interesting journeys.
There was the time we were on the Thames but we couldn't moor on the same side as the station because it belonged to a fishing club, so el jugs canoed me over, I walked across a couple of fields but then took a wrong turning and ended up in the yard of a farm. a woman came out of the house, I explained I was lost and she drove me to the station! Train to Reading, then connecting train to London and a tube and then I was at my meeting.
There was the time I was teaching workshops at the V & A but we were moored outside of Claydon on the Oxford canal. I had to get a taxi to a bridge for the last part of my journey home, the taxi driver didn't believe me/wouldn't listen and took me to a marina . We arrived and I said, 'I told you I don't live here, take me where I said '. He eventually dropped me at the bridge and the last part of my journey was down a moonlit midsummer towpath, for a mile and a half. I don't mind journeys like this in the summer I appreciate them. There was a lot of wildlife about and it was magical.
There was the time I rode my mountain bike 10 miles to a commuter station in order to get to London - the return journey was a bit hairy, country lanes where they just don't see commuter cyclists at all and the last two miles down a pitch dark towpath.
There was the time we were at Kings Langley and I had to get to Bradford for a meeting. Frosty autumn morning, walking through a marsh with thick fog to the station, just as the sun came up, turning it to a gold sheet that ended just at neck height.
There was the time last summer when I had to get to Stanstead. I set off to catch a train at about 4am and it was just getting light so I had on a head torch, but it was very thick fog all down the river. It was trippy and weird, total silence, just me in a cloud of cloud - I literally could see only one metre all around me then it was thick white fog. It freaked me out, so I started singing loudly to myself.
I love all of this, it's part of the adventure. I certainly don't see the countryside in the same way as I used to and don't really fear the dark anymore.

 

[Baronage-Phase]

I'm freelance and we live onboard so when I've got meetings back in London or I have to get to an airport, when we're away cruising I have some very interesting journeys.
There was the time we were on the Thames but we couldn't moor on the same side as the station because it belonged to a fishing club, so el jugs canoed me over, I walked across a couple of fields but then took a wrong turning and ended up in the yard of a farm. a woman came out of the house, I explained I was lost and she drove me to the station! Train to Reading, then connecting train to London and a tube and then I was at my meeting.
There was the time I was teaching workshops at the V & A but we were moored outside of Claydon on the Oxford canal. I had to get a taxi to a bridge for the last part of my journey, the taxi driver didn't believe me/wouldn't listen and took me to a marina . We arrived and I said, 'I told you I don't live here, take me where I said '. He eventually dropped me at the bridge and the last part of my journey was down a moonlit midsummer towpath, for a mile and a half. I don't mind journeys like this in the summer I appreciate them. There was a lot of wildlife about and it was magical.
There was the time I rode my mountain bike 10 miles to a commuter station in order to get to London - the return journey was a bit hairy, country lanes where they just don't see commuter cyclists at all and the last two miles down a pitch dark towpath.
There was the time we were at Kings Langley and I had to get to Bradford for a meeting. Frosty autumn morning, walking through a marsh with thick fog to the station, just as the sun came up, turning it to a gold sheet that ended just at neck height.
There was the time last summer when I had to get to Stanstead. I set off at about 4am and it was just getting light so I had on a head torch, but it was very thick fog all down the river. It was trippy and weird, total silence, just me in a cloud of cloud - I literally could see only one metre all around me then it was thick white fog. It freaked me out, so I started singing loudly to myself.
I love all of this, it's part of the adventure. I certainly don't see the countryside in the same way as I used to and don't really fear the dark anymore.

What adventures!!
I think you may have won the thread

 

[keybored]

In BIoomsbury a couple of years ago near The People's Supermarket, I witnessed a man and a woman commuting unironically on pogo-sticks. Hopping along in unison in the morning rush-hour. Bellends.

 

[Baronage-Phase]

Trudged through mud and a flood one time, years ago. It was ubexpected so I didnt have the right footwear.
My shoes got stuck in the mud more than once. I remember pulling them out of the mud and the sucky noise as they came out.
My socks were saturated through with muck.
The shoes were never the same again.
Not a great way to arrive.

 

[Bahnhof Strasse]

I'm freelance and we live onboard so when I've got meetings back in London or I have to get to an airport, when we're away cruising I have some very interesting journeys.
There was the time we were on the Thames but we couldn't moor on the same side as the station because it belonged to a fishing club, so el jugs canoed me over, I walked across a couple of fields but then took a wrong turning and ended up in the yard of a farm. a woman came out of the house, I explained I was lost and she drove me to the station! Train to Reading, then connecting train to London and a tube and then I was at my meeting.
There was the time I was teaching workshops at the V & A but we were moored outside of Claydon on the Oxford canal. I had to get a taxi to a bridge for the last part of my journey home, the taxi driver didn't believe me/wouldn't listen and took me to a marina . We arrived and I said, 'I told you I don't live here, take me where I said '. He eventually dropped me at the bridge and the last part of my journey was down a moonlit midsummer towpath, for a mile and a half. I don't mind journeys like this in the summer I appreciate them. There was a lot of wildlife about and it was magical.
There was the time I rode my mountain bike 10 miles to a commuter station in order to get to London - the return journey was a bit hairy, country lanes where they just don't see commuter cyclists at all and the last two miles down a pitch dark towpath.
There was the time we were at Kings Langley and I had to get to Bradford for a meeting. Frosty autumn morning, walking through a marsh with thick fog to the station, just as the sun came up, turning it to a gold sheet that ended just at neck height.
There was the time last summer when I had to get to Stanstead. I set off to catch a train at about 4am and it was just getting light so I had on a head torch, but it was very thick fog all down the river. It was trippy and weird, total silence, just me in a cloud of cloud - I literally could see only one metre all around me then it was thick white fog. It freaked me out, so I started singing loudly to myself.
I love all of this, it's part of the adventure. I certainly don't see the countryside in the same way as I used to and don't really fear the dark anymore.

Sounds awesome


I walk the dog at 6am, this time of year of course it is dark, recently it seems to have been really dark, no moon at all, maybe just the clouds? And I have totally overcome any fear of being in the woods or ancient heathland in the dark, it’s really been liberating