OooooR.
You jump in to the taxi, start an argue with the driver, get thrown out.
Start to explore the terrific (host host) world of busses, and trains.
You end up in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the night.
Now you start to regret that you didn’t take the cab.
Soon your in a bus parking.
Hmm.
You change shoes, to be able to run. Just in case.
And why not also sent a message to a friend:
FYI
Bus 555 from Heathrow, to where it park for the night.
Car R287VJO.
Message sent.
Half an hour later your rolling in to the fancy hotel, have a coffee with the friendly gentleman and sleep like a princess in the old, royal room.
lille skrutt...!hehe en katastrofal ankomst till england..!!du skulle stannat här=)
SvaraRaderahaha hur gick allt det där till, låter ju otroligt :)
SvaraRaderaaha det var så det gick till!!
SvaraRadera