Getting lost on holiday
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I can't agree more a GPS really comes into its own when you are abroad. It takes away so much stress and you can really have some fun. For example, just head-off the beaten track to see what you find safe in the knowledge that your GPS will get you back safely. I like using the shortest route option in places like the Lake District as it will take you down routes that very few use - just make sure you are not driving an HGV!! LOL
Will
Will
I have been lost a few time on holiday and it can be quite a daunting experience...particularly where you don't speak the language well.
If you are in a city and intending to go for a wander, I would advice trying not to look like a tourist. You have a much bigger chance of being relieved of your posessions of you appear helpless.
GPS is a great idea...as long as you also have a good map and know where you want to get to.
If you are lost somewhere like a desert or some other featureless landscape...a top survival tip is to continually throw something in the direction you which to go in and follow that as, otherwise, you'll end up walking around in circles!
If you are in a city and intending to go for a wander, I would advice trying not to look like a tourist. You have a much bigger chance of being relieved of your posessions of you appear helpless.
GPS is a great idea...as long as you also have a good map and know where you want to get to.
If you are lost somewhere like a desert or some other featureless landscape...a top survival tip is to continually throw something in the direction you which to go in and follow that as, otherwise, you'll end up walking around in circles!
If you are lost somewhere like a desert or some other featureless landscape...a top survival tip is to continually throw something in the direction you which to go in and follow that as said:
My brothers friend...
My favourite getting lost on holiday story is my brothers friends tale. His family booked a fortnight away in Cornwall, however the father, Steve, was unable to get the first day of the holiday off work as he worked nights. So they hit upon a plan where the mum and kids (all of whom were grown up) would travel down during the day and my brothers best friend Peter would remain at home, and drive down with his dad Steve in the early hours immediately after Steve finished his nightshift, thus avoiding some of the worst of the traffic.
All went well and Peter duly arrived to pick Steve up from work in the early hours. Steve however was tired after work and fell fast asleep in the back of the car. It is important at this point to point out that Peter was, and still is, a few biscuits short of a packet.
Steve awoke a good few hours later to ask how things were going. "Great !" replied Peter, "We are coming off the motorway soon!" Steve glanced at his watch, he couldn't believe that only three hours or so had passed and they were already near the terminus of the M5 at Exeter. "Where are we?" he asked.
"near somewhere called Carlisle - the end of the motorway."
I swear this is a true story. Emphasised by the fact that they turned around and stopped at Killington services coming south. a contrite Peter went in to pay for their breakfast, and realised he'd left his wallet at home. So on their way back they called in to pick it up.
Also, when asked by two workmen if he could make them "two coffees, one white one sugar, one black no sugar". Disappeared into the kitchen, banged tins and cups around for 15 minutes and came back out stating "We haven't got any black or white coffee, will brown do?"
My favourite getting lost on holiday story is my brothers friends tale. His family booked a fortnight away in Cornwall, however the father, Steve, was unable to get the first day of the holiday off work as he worked nights. So they hit upon a plan where the mum and kids (all of whom were grown up) would travel down during the day and my brothers best friend Peter would remain at home, and drive down with his dad Steve in the early hours immediately after Steve finished his nightshift, thus avoiding some of the worst of the traffic.
All went well and Peter duly arrived to pick Steve up from work in the early hours. Steve however was tired after work and fell fast asleep in the back of the car. It is important at this point to point out that Peter was, and still is, a few biscuits short of a packet.
Steve awoke a good few hours later to ask how things were going. "Great !" replied Peter, "We are coming off the motorway soon!" Steve glanced at his watch, he couldn't believe that only three hours or so had passed and they were already near the terminus of the M5 at Exeter. "Where are we?" he asked.
"near somewhere called Carlisle - the end of the motorway."
I swear this is a true story. Emphasised by the fact that they turned around and stopped at Killington services coming south. a contrite Peter went in to pay for their breakfast, and realised he'd left his wallet at home. So on their way back they called in to pick it up.
Also, when asked by two workmen if he could make them "two coffees, one white one sugar, one black no sugar". Disappeared into the kitchen, banged tins and cups around for 15 minutes and came back out stating "We haven't got any black or white coffee, will brown do?"
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If you are in a tourist area, then most people are usually friendly and will try and help you - even if you don't speak the same language.