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We asked the lady behind the counter what the company policy was on leftovers, and
she told us that any leftovers were bagged up and then put outside the following morning.
'How many sandwiches do you have to chuck out each day?' asked Ben.
'Veryfew,'shesaid,'Maybethreeorfourpacks.We'reprettygoodatorderingourstock
so there's not much waste.'
'So if we came back in the morning and went through your bins before the bin men got
here, we could have some free packs of sandwiches?' I asked.
'Yes, I suppose so. Or I could just give them to you now. I'm closing in ten minutes
anyway.'
This sounded like a much better idea. She scoured the chiller cabinet looking for sand-
wichesthathadreachedtheirbestbeforedate,andreturnedwiththreepacksofsandwiches
and a fancy looking salad. See, we were freegans after all. Albeit polite and sophisticated
freegans. Idon'tmean toimply that freegans areimpolite andunsophisticated, Ijustmeant
that… oh, never mind.
We sat on a bench outside Caffè Nero and ate our sandwiches.
'God, I'm starving. We've only cycled about 20 miles today. How come we're so
hungry?' I asked.
'It's all that mental energy we've been using up,' said Ben.
'What do you mean?'
'Did you know that our brains use up a third of our energy?'
'Really? That would explain why you don't eat much.'
'Very funny, you idiot.'
'So…' I pondered, 'does that mean that you could go to the library for exercise?'
'Well, no, it's not going to give you big muscles.'
'No, but you could burn calories just by reading books and learning stuff?'
'Yes. I suppose so.'
'We could start a new diet craze. Forget Atkins or Dukan, the Ben and George Diet
sounds way better.'
We sat for a while debating this until we remembered that we didn't have anywhere to
stay.
We got chatting to three students (two female and one male) back on the main street. It
took us a while to explain what our challenge was, as they had no idea where either Land's
End or John O'Groats were. Pah, the youth of today! We told them we were looking for
someone who would let us sleep on their floor.
'We can help!' exclaimed the blonde.
'Yeah, you can sleep on our floor,' added the brunette.
'Really? That's great. Thanks. Where do you live?' asked Ben.
'Bristol.'
'Oh.'
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