In the beginning the trip was without form, and void; darkness was on the face of our bus. And the whole bus was hovering under water. Then our bus driver said, “There is a light!”; and there was light. And the whole bus thought that it was good. The odyssey had begun, a new dawn arose, we were finally a step nearer to heaven, the land of our dreams. For me personally the fourth time to England and the third possible way to get there: the Chunnel. In my opinion the most boring way to get across the water into this Anglo-Saxon island we all set our minds to for at least one and a half year. Maybe it the fact that I always get a headache for a few days after flying or my background
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