A Tourist

This week I shall be living my life as a tourist! Now, this isn’t so much a challenge as a little holiday, BUT, there is a twist.

Those of you who have read any previous blog posts or know anything about me will be well aware that I’m a hockey player. Each year the club’s social secretaries arrange for members to spend a few days away from uni, giving us a chance to bond as a club, take a break from training, and do what the gals do best… DRINK! (Pretty sure that to pass University regulations we have to take part in some form of educational visit- I can only hope that this doesn’t interfere with my hangover!)




Picture courtesy of  eurobri.blogspot.com

  Now, about this twist. Because the club doesn’t like to do anything via conventional methods, (we’re a bit too kooky for that sort of behaviour) the location of the tour isn’t revealed until we arrive. Whether that be at an airport, a ferry terminal, or if we’re very unlucky, we may be dropped by bus at our final destination!

This surprise element is a major inconvenience for a number of reasons.

1.)    There can be no checking up on the weather before you pack, (if you take only beachwear and it snows, then you freeze, and will probably be made to drink whiskey as a punishment for your stupidity!)

2.)    You have no idea how much money to take as you can’t check how much things cost over there.

3.)    Well, the suspense is a killer!

We depart into the unknown tomorrow evening. I’ll try and make sure you’re the first to hear where we end up!

In the meantime, I need to get travel insurance, some form of currency, find my passport, and do a load of washing before I can even contemplate packing. So far, my week as a tourist is equating to completing chores- this best not be the case once we arrive!