Bay Majestic Eastbourne Hotel
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... Iceland as Niceland. I got an early cab to the airport catching my flight to the UK with ease. Arrival was 50 tons of culture shock. Gatwick is complete chaos. Just getting through customs was like something of a movie with military like control and cameras being thrust in your face. No one smiles or welcomes you. You are asked a million questions about your visit. Everyone is mad at you for being in the way (you need to try moving along smartly when you have ...
... the entertainment is about to start as we come across this railway crossing on one of the back roads at about - well, obviously before 21:55 because there was a lone railway guard on duty - see the pictures. Talk about a farce! This one guy out in the middle of nowhere on duty to stop probably about 2 cars every 6 hours from crossing this railway track - ah, the English.
So onwards ...
... The Pasmina Trail', or maybe "Trading Places".
Time for the Invisibles, perhaps?
No surprise here, they are those who having been with them even after 5 or 6 days one still doesn't recognise them at all or really know whether or not they are part of our party... and we seem to have quite a few of them in this group. I know some of those on other coaches more than I do our own Invisible Ones.
I don't think I am alone in thinking this, and ...
... excuse me whilst I contain my exciteme... *yawns* Oh wait. There. There ya go. It's contained. Now **** off." Llamas are like my heroes. It's also worth noting that after sampling a large quantity of 6.5% to 8% alcohol and drinking the best part of a pint of perry, sheep ***** suddenly become very amusing and clearly worthy of a photograph. True story.
T'was a brilliant afternoon anyway. We stopped by the cafe ...
... the White Cliffs of Dover. As you stand on the cliff's edge you are praying that you don't trip. It's a drop of several hundred feet, and a little too cold to go for a swim in the English Channel.
We had dinner at a local Italian restaurant in Hailsham named Prezzo. It was a wonderful evening and sad at the same time. I always find it so hard to say goodbye as we're ...