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The first night at Caravan #1.

Me, Andy, and Lucas having to leave the night before to get to London in time to catch the morning coach to the destination, the others all having to be up at about 5/6am, and then that massive coach journey ahead of us. When we get off the coach we find out the Holiday park is about a 20 minute walk up this massive steep hill, so we drag our bags and suitcases up it in the pitch black down some road with no street lights. Before we make it to the park Bugsy has started necking vodka from the bottle because of the stress of it all. Then when we finally arrive we are told that there has been a power cut and our caravan has no electricity for the time being. So there we are, all worn out, half dead, sat in the pitch black caravan, and then Drew pulls out some awful lemon shot bottle. We should have took the hint on night 1 that we had travelled to hell.