We woke up around 4 pm. Hangover in square! Had quick English breakfast (without bacon) and moved to the streets looking for some pub. But every single pub was closed. Merry Christmas!
Thankfully one little shop in neighbourhood was open and even better – they had beer available! We got few 6-packs and moved back to our apartment. Healing process started!
About 9 o’clock we checked National Rail web-page for next morning’s Newcastle trains. Everything looked ok. Train leaving Kings Cross 8 am was exactly what we needed. As London tube worked on holiday schedule we decided to take a walk to the Kings Cross next morning – about 30 minutes walk from our flat, nothing special.
I don’t know why but probably because of “trust but check over”-factor I checked timetable from train company’s (GNER) web-page. It said ‘No traffic on Boxing day’…
Virgin trains maybe? No traffic. Any other company? Nope.
Sent message to Flick. He joined MSN messenger.
‘Hey Flicky-man, we’re in deep shit. No train traffic between London and Newcastle tomorrow.’
‘Give me a second… (Flicky checks National Rail web) Hey, mate, nothing worry about, looks like everything working.’
‘Please check company’s web…’
‘(pause)… Aye, you’re right… no trains tomorrow…’
We checked bus schedule. First coach arriving time to Newcastle on December 26 was about 4 pm. Excellent opportunity to meet lads at after-match pints, but far too late for attending the match.
EasyJet? Not bad at all. They had flight arriving Newcastle 11 am, but… It was about £60 pounds per person. A bit cruel for the lads who were spent 225 euros for British Rail Pass (having no idea that National Rail has no idea about national rails) in hope to travel safely in holiday-time England. Naïve? Maybe.
Ok, shit happens. We were ready to book EasyJet tickets. But before it Flicky had an idea. He wrote to RTG’s message board about our situation and we started to look what will happen.
It was unbelievable, but there were people reading SMB at Christmas night before moving Sunderland next morning. And what was more surprising – they were ready to lift 2 Estonians about 500 km’s to the north. Miracles happen!