This trip report covers the days we spent in Liverpool. To read about the rest of our trip:
Part 1, Manchester- go here (TBA)
Part 1a The Leeds- Liverpool canal trip, go here
Part 2- the lake District- go here (TBA)
parts 4, London, go here
Your tips, comments, corrections and memories are always welcome.
Day 16
The party train to Liverpool
After 5 days in the Lake District, it was time to say goodbye and we took a taxi from Bowness to the train station in Windermere and caught the 11:30 am slow local train to Oxenholme. We decided not to get snacks for the trip at the Booths grocery store next to the train station as the hotel breakfast was very filling.
At Oxenholme, we transferred to the fast TransPennine train to Liverpool. On this leg of the journey, we had assigned seats. We stored my wife’s carryon above our seats in the shelf above but had to put my slightly larger luggage in the luggage racks at one end of the train, managing to fit it on top of other luggage already there.
At the two stops at Lancaster and Preston, I stood nonchalantly and walked to the luggage rack to make sure nobody walked off with it.
We were assigned two aisle seats, but since the seat next to me was vacant, I had my wife sit next to me. At Lancaster, a young man who looked to be around 16 boarded and had the window seat next to me. I asked if he would be willing to take my wife’s aisle seat, so that my wife could sit next to me. He agreed.
He seemed very shy (or just reserved), so I opened the conversation and found out he was a “Uni” student studying Irish History at the University of Liverpool. We had a pleasant conversation about his Masters Thesis. He must have be a child prodigy because he looked so young and his parents were waving at him from the station platform.
Our assigned seats were just behind a table row with 4 seats and across the aisle another table with 4 seats. Seated at seven of the seats were seven older women on holiday. On the tables were bottles of liquor and food and the women were having a great time drinking, eating, chatting and laughing.
As the train filled with passengers at Preston, another young (20ish) man in a row on the other side of the women offered his seat to a young girl, so that she could sit next to her mother. He said he would stand for the remainder of the trip. An act of chivalry. But the women would have none of that and they offered the empty seat to him, which he reluctantly took. And that’s when the real party began.
The women gave him a shot glass of vodka and urged him drink the shot and they cheered loudly when he did it. Then they all downed a shot of Vodka. The ruckus caused other passengers to to look, and they offered an older gentleman, a shot of vodka and he drank it, with lots of joking comments all around.
Then they saw me smiling and enjoying the scene and they asked me if I wanted a shot, but I declined stating I’d didn’t like Vodka, but I liked Baileys Irish Cream which was also sitting on the table and they poured me a shot and I said cheers! And drank it, and they women all cheered.
The women continued with their drinking party all the way into Liverpool. I declined any further drinks because I had an empty stomach.
My wife whispered “You better hope that shot glass was clean. I don’t want you getting sick from it.”
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