3 February 2013
So someone challenged me to a bet. Told me it took more than 6 days to travel the world and back. I disagreed. So I became a class explorer. .. Working of course.
So I planned my route out perfectly. First Peru, Tibet, Russia, India, then Egypt and that's day 1...
I knew I could do this with a balloon, a boat, a few paper towels, and voila I made a flying machine that Phineas fog and Jacky Chan could be proud of.
This would be simple. I shall win this bet. See the world, possibly make new friends. Will be easier than swimming the Nile without goose fat.
2 weeks later.....
So I'm stuck in Leicester. Can't find my way out.
My machine worked, until bout 2 cm off the ground.
So I caught the bus, the number 62,which was promised to take me to Waterloo. Instead I'm now stuck in somewhere I literally have no clue to where I should go.
So the moral of this story kids is always carry enough bus change to last the journey, because if I had I might of made it to Moscow instead of being kicked off in Leicester Square...
World Class Fail • Opuss № I