It Can Only Be The L1 Coastliner
This from JK…. ![CROSVILLE-4224FM-1978[1].JPG](http://blogs.bootsnall.com/K_Eric77/files/2006/02/CROSVILLE-4224FM-1978[1].thumbnail.JPG)
…. I don’t know what to say really.
In order not to overload with comments the previous post, I thought it better to make a statement on the issue of bus routes.
Now, I used to work for Crosville, as did Uncle Tommy (no nepotism at all), and feel well placed to comment. (Anyone know what happend to the McCormack’s by the way?). I’ve had my fun with the 2A to Blacon, the 52 from Willesden, the 8 and N8 and, of course, the D6, as well as that Birkenhead bus and the various South American options. However, there can only be one winner.
The L1 goes from that hill at the bottom of Blacon (just before the Creoso Y Cymru sign) all the way to Towyn. It takes three days, approximately, althought travellers are never disappointed with a good look at Connah’s Quay, should it break down there.
Me and my sisters used to accompany Mama y Papa on this wondrous voyage annually, to stay at our Aunt Janet’s residence by the sea (in a caravan in Towyn – not even at Robin Hood Camp) to take in the air and sample the health-giving properties of the waters of the area.
On one memorable occasion, we left the council house at the crack of dawn, loaded with all the food we needed for the week (it was too dear in Rhyl) and stood in the rain waiting for the bus. It came and excitement mounted. When we reached our personal Nirvana some time later, we raced, as usual, to see who could be the first to sit in the black and white plastic seat (even though I knew that when I won, my victory would be short-lived, as being the oldest I would have to go and ‘get the water’ – barrels of it for the washing up and the tea, no poncey bottled stuff in those days). However, on this occasion Dad had forgotten the key. If this was now, I would have broken into the sodding thing and worried about keys later, but in those innocent days Dad had to get back on the L1 and return just as we were about to go home, having spent the intervening period on the beach (not at the fair) in the rain. Happy days.
Now in fabulous Buenos Aires, the city being the entire reason for this trip. More on this later, but just time to mention the old lady whose bags I carried up the steps of the tube. When we got to the top, she thanked me and then enlisted my help in collecting as many glass bottles as we could find so she could get the deposit. Taking my kindness a step too far, I think.
Today’s Tune – Santa Maria, The Gotan Project. A truly great record.
This, I feel confident, will be the only blog post on the planet with this combination of Travel Tags.
Tags: Buenos Aires, Travel
JohnnyBoy
February 27th, 2006 at 4:20 pm
Shut up about the welsh. Do you want it out?
Three f’s in fffrett the fffuture holds no fear.
Sorry about the dickheads and the ambulance stuff although i liked the shit throwing.
‘anfailed’ Shut up. Lets count the cups.
Pissed.
February 27th, 2006 at 6:18 pm
http://brandanbuenosayres.blogspot.com/ is a travel/food blog for the discerning traveler who is interested in more than just the sights. The food, culture and people of Buenos Aires are presented with humor, intelligence, and just a touch of bombast.
February 27th, 2006 at 7:17 pm
You sir are an imposter! The whole world knows that Fidel is a Tim and certainly not a Scouser. Bezzy mates with Ernesto Lynch Che Guevara who was also a Big Tim. Ancestors from Galway by the way. Che visited Limerick in 1965 (obviously on his way back from the watching a rejuvenated Celtic under their new manager Big Jock Stein power their way to a Scottish Cup semi final appearance) and announced he was giving his ticket stub and match programme to the great man in Havana. It is now on display in the Peoples Museum of National Liberation along with a half eaten mutton pie and empty Bovril cup.
The loss of Che is 1967 was somewhat tempered by the great victory of the green and white brigade in Lisbon that year. Unless anyone should be under any illusions about where Che’s true fighting spirit came from we should reflect on the words of his father.
“The first thing to note is that in my son’s veins flowed the blood of the Irish rebels” he said in a 1969 interview.
He went on: “Ché inherited some of the features of our restless ancestors. There was something in his nature which drew him to distant wandering, dangerous adventures and new ideas”.
Ché’s father, Don, put the revolutionary instincts which led his son to Cuba, the Congo, and to death in Bolivia, down to his Irish ancestry.
“The first thing to note is that in my son’s veins flowed the blood of the Irish rebels” he said in a 1969 interview.
He went on: “Ché inherited some of the features of our restless ancestors. There was something in his nature which drew him to distant wandering, dangerous adventures and new ideas”.
Ché’s father, Don, put the revolutionary instincts which led his son to Cuba, the Congo, and to death in Bolivia, down to his Irish ancestry.
“The first thing to note is that in my son’s veins flowed the blood of the Irish rebels” he said in a 1969 interview.
He went on: “Ché inherited some of the features of our restless ancestors. There was something in his nature which drew him to distant wandering, dangerous adventures and new ideas”.
So we can safely conclude that Fidel,similarly inspired, was no bindipper!
I am counting Premierships here at the moment, are you?
By the way, if you like poo chucking try http://www.swedishpoochuckers.com
February 27th, 2006 at 8:19 pm
Oops…..seemed to have cut and pasted three times there haven’t I? But that’s United and trebles for you!
Just off to flag down the next Cymru Coastliner.
Hail! Hail!
February 27th, 2006 at 9:26 pm
Er, JK seems to have got a bit excited there. But that’s live telly for you.
A visitor to the site with a food based blog has appeared above. Hello, Brandán, I will be in BA for a month if you want to show me a sight or two. But you don’t have to worry about me being a wierdo, I actually have friends.
Also in the previous post appeared Natalie, a friend of Cath. She has a much more professional blog than I, with proper descriptions and pictures. And we’re stuck with Crosville buses and pictures of Stan.
February 28th, 2006 at 4:59 am
And you wouldn’t have it any other way, brother of mine…
February 28th, 2006 at 6:27 am
Can anyone tell me how I can get rid of this irritating little flag at the end of this message?
February 28th, 2006 at 12:32 pm
Wondered when you’d get to that JK. I think you can route it through another site (say google Ireland) as others have done or try using anonymizer.com…
February 28th, 2006 at 1:08 pm
Do I get a prize for being post number 100?
February 28th, 2006 at 2:03 pm
No, because you are comment number 492. Post number 100 is on it’s way and I’ve been wondering how to celebrate reaching the century. Off to sort out a load of crap. Bye for now…