6th August 1991 Day 17

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Picked up the photos and grabbed a couple of money-off vouchers for Raging Waters. The wind got up very strongly and Oz had the dreaded lens attack. Things were looking bad as the clouds rolled in. Still, we caught the bus and headed to the slides. Two English lads got off the bus with exactly the same thing in mind as us. This would not be the last we would see of these two. 

Once in the park and armed with our tyres we tried just about everything. The wave pool, the serpentines and lots of other things with strange names I can't remember. Oz did a bit of Acapulco cliff diving and after a bad start finally got it right. The thinking-about-sex rate was particularly high today especially where the female lifeguards were concerned.

Killed a bit of time walking around town and drinking in the Salt Lake Brewery Company. Funny lot these Mormons. Don't drink but they have a brewery. Still you'd be pretty hard pushed to get legless on the stuff. Went to the station, sorted out the photos and then a miracle happened - the train was on time. Spent the night trying to sleep in the downstairs luggage rack because the b%$t4rds had removed the viewing carriage which was to have been my bed for the night.


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"The dreaded lens attack". We both wore glasses and contact lenses. I'd been wearing my lenses since I was 16 (though obviously I did take them out each night) but Oz was a much more recent convert I recall. Through uni he was famous for his squeals and contortions whenever a tiny bit of dust got under his lens. On a one month inter-rail trip he managed to lose a lens early on, had no backup plan and spent the month travelling around with one good eye and one bad eye. And he only took 3 pairs of undies for the month. He did turn them inside out when appropriate though.


I'd had major back surgery at the end of 1990 and was still finding it difficult to sit for long periods so I tried to avoid sleeping in a sitting position hence the effort to crawl into the luggage rack.