Even though there's nothing to do in this shitty pandemic I still get Sunday before work fear. God its grim.


I've worked a grand total of 9 hours since I finished up for christmas (not that I was much busier before that either). I miss that fear TBH.

If it's any consolation I have the mother of stressful mornings due tomorrow. Sitting here with a terrible sense of impending doom.

I've something of a handy number on at the moment but a cunt of a drive. I actually enjoy the morning drive with some music on but the drive home is tough. I never get The Glenroes anymore,  though. I realised it's just a matter of stopping to think about what you'll be doing the next day and because I thankfully don't hate my job, the impending doom feeling evaporates. I figured that out a few years ago and The Glenroes don't even come knocking at all anymore. If you can't think your way out of that buzz it might be worth considering a change of career. Or more cans!

Going home in the car when you've had a tiring day is very unpleasant, especially with the horrific traffic and lack of driver discipline here.

I'm off tomorrow though, sound!

Quote from: Carnage on February 21, 2021, 07:43:26 PM
I've worked a grand total of 9 hours since I finished up for christmas (not that I was much busier before that either). I miss that fear TBH.

What do you do?

Quote from: Caomhaoin on February 21, 2021, 08:33:06 PM
Going home in the car when you've had a tiring day is very unpleasant, especially with the horrific traffic and lack of driver discipline here.

I'm off tomorrow though, sound!
Spanish drivers are the pits.... but then you go to Italy and it's on another level altogether!

Ya, driving in Rome, you'd need a brass ring piece.

I was talked out of renting a car in Morocco by the car rental lad. He just said 'use taxis'. Sage advice, no rules whatsoever there. One must run across the road at full speed at zebra crossings too:)

Quote from: Caomhaoin on February 22, 2021, 08:23:12 AM
Ya, driving in Rome, you'd need a brass ring piece.

I was talked out of renting a car in Morocco by the car rental lad. He just said 'use taxis'. Sage advice, no rules whatsoever there. One must run across the road at full speed at zebra crossings too:)
Yeah Morocco is nuts alright and we were advised to use taxis too, hahaha...
India is next level even to Morocco. We hired out a motorbike in India and the only advice I got was to make sure the horn works...  :laugh:

And were you offered powdered tiger claw just in case the horn didn't work??

Yeah, don't think I was meant to snort it though...

India is wild. Even though we had long journeys from place to place we used what I suppose is their version of a hackney service.
It has to be experienced to fully understand the driving situation there. Particularly in hilly country with bends. It's like a never ending rollercoaster where the controllers are all hell bent on destruction and mayhem.

I was in Cuba a few years ago and I remember one bus trip in particular . The bus didn't slow down yet the drivers were swapping out. Also I will never forget the "psst" as one of the drivers opened his beer.

#2442 February 22, 2021, 11:38:29 AM Last Edit: February 22, 2021, 11:40:00 AM by Black Shepherd Carnage
Quote from: Circlepit on February 22, 2021, 11:28:38 AM
India is wild. Even though we had long journeys from place to place we used what I suppose is their version of a hackney service.
It has to be experienced to fully understand the driving situation there.

In Zanzibar about 8 years ago, myself and missus at the time found ourselves caught up in an on-road taxi battle. To save money, we just piled in with the locals into these mini-van ad hoc taxi services that are run. However, as we found out, there's a kind of unspoken rule that this mini-van taxis shouldn't pick up tourists, leaving them instead to pay more to the lads who have their own sedan. So there we are bumping along down a road at 90, when all of a sudden a fleet of about seven estate cars swoops up alongside and starts trying to literally push the van off the road into the ditch. Fun, fun, fun! About a kilometre of nerve-wracking slaloming later, we arrive at a crossroads which has been barricaded off by another group of the same private car drivers, so the brakes are slammed on, everyone in the mini-van gets crushed forward, and in a flash these drivers are opening all the doors and reefing people out. The mini-van driver gets a box to the lip through the open driver window before being pulled out and given a few kicks, while the drivers pulling the passengers out are trying to negotiate their actions between heavy-handling the locals and light-handling us (because they want our money). The heavy handling having gone a bit far, however, the locals took the mini-van driver's side, told us to stay in the van since we'd paid our way, and proceeded to take swings at the private car drivers until eventually a policeman arrived and told everyone to fuck off.

Apparently this happened about once a month  :laugh:

That sounds like a amazing place to go. You don't get that kind of adventure on a sill old package holiday.
Our last holiday before the children came along and ruined everything was to Barbados.
They have the regular bus and the locals bus.
The regular bus in a coach the local is a spray painted Hiace with reggae, dreadlocks and wonderful aromas. Needless to say we took the local bus. The bass system most of them had installed powered the van.
Those were the days .

Struggling to find a week away in Ireland for this summer. Most of the country is booked out or is a shithole.

And also should add in the extortion factor. May persevere anyway, not like there is much choice.