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Ruth and Ben, the intrepid advance party, fly out for their glamorous camping
trip, while the sailors gather in Southhampton to prep the ship and eat lasagne
ready for the night crossing. What can possibly go wrong ?
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Glamorous Hurn Airport. This picture does not do justice to the rustiness of
this bus.
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I meant glamorous "Bournem"
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Although there was
a small hold-up, while Ruth's hairbrush was identified as a lethal weapon.
And I can vouch for that. However on hearing that we are heading for
Alderney, Channel Islands, and not Alderney, Iraq ( You can see how the
confusion arises ) we were let through, and allowed to board with our Weapon
of Mass Brush Action.
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| Hurn has all the trappings of a
large international airport.
Except proper planes.
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You're shitting me.
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| No really, joke's over. Get me a
proper plane. By the way the plane on the way back was even smaller. |
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And before you
think I'm making a fuss, you may wish to know that on the same flight on the
next day, the engine caught fire. And people were telling us flying was
the easy option.
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walking on the quiet, unspoilt beaches of Alderney. Right by this beach, as we
are so glamorous, we camped. As this is Extreme Alderny, we had decided to
hike from the airport to the campsite. Its a bit far actually, and
man-in-yellow-van-who-took-pity-and-gave-us-a-lift we salute you! |
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But how were the sailors
getting on? ( See Part 2)
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