Liking the giant egg cups.
Isn’t that the turnyroundy bit?
Crosskeys on the Ebbw Vale line - looking north where the fog had lifted.
We did Newport to Crosskeys , then to Ebbw Vale and back to Cardiff -then back to London.
The line is being upgraded with more twin tracking for considerable flexibility. Having been involved in the previous century on getting this and the Vale of Glamorgan line being re-opened , it is a great credit to see how how the area has really improved in terms of ambience , and how well used in the middle of the day, the trains are.
I got that wrong then. I thought it was Carmarthen.
You posh bastard.
We sailed straight passed ALL the shops in Oxford St, we set foot in none of them.You posh bastard.
Very cool shot that, I like it.
Go & sit in first class!The most chaotic day of travel yet and I’ve only just set off.
No trains from Euston, everyone sent to Kings Cross but I’ve just found a secret unannounced train to Glasgow. Almost in tears of stress and joy! We’ve just set off and the train is almost empty.
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Why the fuck is it so fucking difficult to get from Brixton to Peckham and from Peckham to Brixton.for fucksake
Sorry for thread derail....just wondered what you thought of German Gym. I ate there with my daughter last weekend. I found the food underwhelming but the black forest was dreadful. Once we broke the ice with our waitress we had a great laugh with her. Suggest she is not like this with many people. Maybe 4/10 from me.View attachment 340166On the train to London for lunch at the German Gymnasium. To be followed by a walk through Regent's Park and along the canal to Carnival!!
I enjoyed it, I had the Käsekrainer, Sauerkraut and Crispy Onions. I like to think you'd have go out of your way to make crispy onions badly.Sorry for thread derail....just wondered what you thought of German Gym. I ate there with my daughter last weekend. I found the food underwhelming but the black forest was dreadful. Once we broke the ice with our waitress we had a great laugh with her. Suggest she is not like this with many people. Maybe 4/10 from me.
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Probably should've taken a picture of the much more photogenic gare de lille-flandres on my way past
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Probably should've taken a picture of the much more photogenic gare de lille-flandres on my way past
I didn't know about that until I googled just now but yes, it isIs that one the old Paris Gare de Nord which they moved to Lille? If so it is very picturesque…
Your pic has reminded me of one of the four times in my life when I’ve eaten cannabis, each one with hilarious consequences (for those around me at least). The Amsterdam instance was the second time I ingested it, against my better instincts after the first experience. This was literally the evening we were heading back to London, and the pot hit as we were looking at the massive departure board for our train to the airport.View attachment 355150
The front of Amsterdam Centraal is also much more picturesque than Rotterdam but I didn't take a photo of that either
It's gridlock in town and everyone's beeping their horns and letting off fireworks. Some football related thing I assume?
Had a similar experience when I had a bike in Amsterdam and got a train to the port and a ferry part of the way home.Your pic has reminded me of one of the four times in my life when I’ve eaten cannabis, each one with hilarious consequences (for those around me at least). The Amsterdam instance was the second time I ingested it, against my better instincts after the first experience. This was literally the evening we were heading back to London, and the pot hit as we were looking at the massive departure board for our train to the airport.
My OH pretty much had to hand-hold walk me to the train, because I barely knew who I was or wtf I was doing there. And once at Schiphol airport, the interminably long concourses did my head in further. Then as I started to feel slightly better and less paranoid, I took it upon myself to retrieve a plush teddy bear I’d earlier lost at the airport, and what I thought was ten minutes turned out to be nearly 45, with my furious girlfriend waiting for me at the gate, and an even more furious set of passengers giving me the evil eye when we boarded.
Bottom line: mind your drugs if you’re due to use Amsterdam‘s transport system on the day.