Leprechauns - continued

Their luggage arrived on the 10:00 p.m.flight and so they dozed off in those not really comfortable airport chairs at Terminal 2. At 5 a.m. they took the Tube to Euston Station, only to find out that all the trains to the West Coast were cancelled, because of a fatality on the main line. Can you imagine? Someone decided to commit a suicide that morning on that line! Odd, isn't it?

Anyway, they were instructed to go to Marlborough Street Station and get on the Birmingham train for which their tickets would be valid. However, upon arriving at this station they were told there was an error in their computer system so they couldn't accept their train tickets and if they wanted to go to Holyhead, they would have to pay 100 pounds, which was three times more than what they paid for Euston - Dublin, train and ferry included! So they headed back to Euston Station, hoping the trains would start running sooner or later. It was rather later than sooner, and it was not the train to Holyhead, but to Liverpool that brought them closer to Dublin, i.e. to Crewe where they had to change trains for Chester, where they would change for Holyhead, where they would board the ferry. Way too complicated.

Suddenly, it dawned on Zoran that they would be three minutes late for the ferry, and as soon as he got off the train in Crewe he headed for the Information Counter where he was told that it had already been taken care of, because they were not the only passengers for Dublin. How relieved they were!

But only for a moment! Because all of a sudden the 14.21 train on the monitor changed first to delayed and then to cancelled! They were sheerly devastated. It was then when someone dropped a hint of giving up, which was rejected with contempt by the others. Clearly aware of the fact that nothing, absolutely nothing went the way they wanted, and that everything that could go wrong went wrong, they started to make fun of it and laugh at themselves and their misery. Laughter is always the best remedy and it helped them to go on with their adventure.

Eventually they boarded the 2:30 ferry and fell asleep the moment they hit the soft armchair cushions on Deck 9. They crossed the Irish Sea in 3 1/2 hours and arrived in Dublin after a 48-hour long journey during which they had used all the major means of transport!