Bonhomie abounds on our coach trip to Eastbourne; a seven day jaunt all for £200 for me and my lovely husband. Dinner, bed and breakfast and four coach trips all included in this bargain price! Not bad!
That is until we started. Out first coach set off from Manchester at 8.20 am. We took a taxi which cost us £10.We climbed into the dark cave that was a mini bus and was told cheerily that we were off to Lymm motorway service station to collect our next coach.
Now this would have been okay except that we travelled back all the way past where we lived. If we had known maybe we could have been picked up at a different starting place and saved ourselves some money! But hey ho -off we go!
We arrived at Lymm with time for a drink and toilet whilst waiting for the second coach to arrive to take us on our next stage of our journey. Once settled onto the coach, sitting in our given seat numbers, we were highly entertained by Olaf our coach driver.
“Call me D.River!” he said laughing and to our surprise we joined in with the laughter along our fellow passengers. He was a laugh a minute during the journey. A good start!
We transferred to yet another coach and met Mr Grumpy- not really his fault in retrospect as there were no assistants to help out or answer questions and I’m sure if you have been asked the same question over and over again you might end up being grumpy.
However once everyone had arrived from coaches all over the North we finally set off on journey to Eastbourne. It was now 1pm.
We had an introduction to the coach and how we could use the toilet as long as it was for a drizzle and not a downpour we were fine. Mr Grumpy turned into Mr D. River. His timing wasn’t exactly brilliant so he had to explain the joke to a few of the passengers sitting right at the front, which was more hilarious than the joke!
The journey was fine. I had bought £1 sleep pillow (bargain!) and I actually had at least half an hour unlike my lovely husband who fell asleep and promptly began to snore. I can’t take him anywhere! (LOL)
Two ladies sitting behind Gregor, our driver’s real name, asked him about the hotels he was dropping us off at. We now found out that the coach company had had to combine Brighton tour and the Eastbourne one together and that he was to be our driver for the week.
He then gave review of the hotels and shall we say that our hotel wasn’t glowing!
We’d have to wait and see!
Thought for the day: Today why not let every delicious possibility unfold.