On Wed, 23 Jun 2004 16:09:17 +0100, David Martin
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[email protected], "Richard Bates"
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[email protected]> wrote:
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>Is there a final day for the journal?
There is, but my Psion is refusing to post URC for
some reason.
I was going to just stick the final day on my website, but
as you've asked ...
Day 34 ~ Sunday 20th June 2004 ~ Golant to Land's End via
Truro, Camborne and Penzance Youth Hostel
I had very little sleep last night due a disgustingly noisy
group of teenagers in the adjacent dormitory. At ten o'clock
three people including myself were going to sleep, so I made
a polite request that they kept the noise level down; but I
didn't ask for silence. This request was completely ignored.
At half past eleven which is officially lights out time they
were asked again to keep noise to a minimum. This request
was ignored.
Between myself and a fellow roommate we asked six times for
quietness before two in the morning. These requests were
ignored. Their teacher also shouted at them. His request was
also ignored.
At three in the morning I had had enough. My roommate
carried his matress downstairs and slept in the lounge. I
visited the offenders room and hammered on the door so hard
that I now have three bruised knuckles. As I entered the
room various bodies darted back to their bunks. I picked out
just one of them and verbally roasted him.
I slept until about eight, not knowing whether silence had
been acheivd or whether I was just so tired that noise no
longer mattered. If only my roasting-adrenaline could have
been saved for cycling!
I cycled towards St Austell and found a cafe for breakfast.
Sticking to the A road I reached Truro and stopped off for
coffee before continuing to Redruth which I had decided
would be my minimum distance.
On my map Camborne appeared to be a bigger town and so I
decided to head there for food. Camborne is a very wierd
town. Food outlets open their doors, switch on their lights,
and play music; but on entering, the staff ignore you for
two minutes before telling you that they are closed until
half past four. This happened twice before I resorted to
buying a sandwich from Mace , which I immediately opened and
dropped on the floor.
Drivers in Camborne also seem to have an IQ inversely
proportional to exhaust pipe diameter.
A replacement sandwich was purchased and as I ate I thought
about where to head for. Penzance hostel's answerphone
stated that they had one spare bed and plenty of camping
space. I left a message requesting the bed but said that I
would camp if the bed had already gone.
After checking in to the hostel I dumped most of my luggage,
kept my tools and camera and sprinted off to Land's End. I
celebrated by buying a beer with a Scottish five pound note
which had been saved from John o'Groats.
And then with the wind behind me for probably the first time
in the whole journey, I pedalled easily back to the hostel,
hitting 63Km/h down a nice long hill...
--
Young Musician of the Year 2004 was a fiddle
