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Manchester Indoor Ice Wall
Friday 1st December at 8:30am
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Nottingham Indoor Wall Monday 16th October 4pm
MPS – It's a minibus adventure!
Before the minibus adventure there was some boring mountain climbing and stuff, nothing to really get the pulses racing. The minibus adventure involved danger! thrills! brakepads! waiting! more waiting! and bright pink paint!
After the first call out to the AA on the Saturday many of us felt we were prepared for further failures on the part of our trusty vehicle, but even we were surprised at just how thoroughly it could cock things up. Apparently, if you're driving and the brakes don't seem to work that is a bit freaky and means the bus is seeking attention. So we stopped in the invigorating resort of Callendar. According to Callendar Tourist Information 'Scotland's geography has been very kind to Callendar' which I think means its near lots of stuff. Unfortunately it isn't especially near Nottingham but it did offer a choice of World Class! World Famous! or Scotland's finest! chips for your tea.
For future reference we spent three hours in Callendar and that seemed about two hours 45 minutes longer than anyone could conceivably want to. Fortunately help finally arrived. Unfortunately, help thought our trusty vehicle was undrivable which turned out not to be true, it was perfectly drivable it just wasn't stoppable. In any event we couldn't all travel to England in one minibus, so some of us had to wait behind, in glamorous Stirling which is blessed with a castle, a big fuck off momument to William Wallace and replacement brake pads for the bus. Using a scrupulously fair selection process the very cleverest, most beautiful and charismatic members of the group were picked to stay behind, whilst we packed the riff raff onto the other bus and sent them back to England. We kept their bags thinking we could sell their gear to fund our illicit enjoyment of the thrills of Stirling but it turns out its quite hard to fence wet gaiters and sleeping bags at 10 on a Sunday night.
Dormitory 1 of the William Wallace Hostel is pink. Very pink. It was like sleeping in Barbie's boudoir, only it smelt a bit more than you'd expect of feet. In the morning we learnt that we were being given the chance to enjoy the charms of Stirling for a whole morning!!! So we excitedly set off to take in the sights/go shopping/sit around drinking tea and bitching.
The bus, like a true primadonna, took its time to reappear and was greeted with tears, kisses, catcalls and bouquets once it finally turned up. After a bit we remembered it was just a bus and made tracks.
Like all great adventures the end of this one was anti-climactic. We arrived back in Nottingham just six hours after setting off from Stirling. The total journey time however was 27 hours – surely a new MPS record!
Things we learnt include:
It is possible to pack the roof rack in 18 minutes start to finish.
There are easier and more comfortable ways of getting out of riding in Damian's disco bus, like maybe packing yourself inside a giant rucksack and travelling on the roof rack.
Nottingham is not in Leicestershire.