Author – David
I went on a coach trip to Amsterdam with a couple of friends. It was an overnight journey there, and back, and we were there for three days. We did most of the things that visitors do in Amsterdam and had a good time. The last afternoon we probably had a bit more to drink than was good for us and decided to go on an early evening boat trip round the canals. All very interesting. We got back just as it was getting dark. Getting off the boat I stumbled and my right loafer came off and before I could do anything one of my friends kicked it over the side. It floated for a bit, but before I could try to retrieve it it sank. We only had about twenty minutes to get to the bus station to get the coach home so there was no time to try to get some new shoes although some shops were still open. With a lot of teasing from my friends I came all the way back to London wearing one black loafer and a blue sock. The most embarrassing (exciting!) part was at the French customs. We all had to get out and go through the customs hall and have our bags scanned. I walked through in my socks carrying my shoe. One of the customs officials looked at my feet and said “No shoes mister?” I showed him my one shoe and told him that I had lost the other one. He took the shoe from me and passed it through the scanner, then reluctantly gave it back to me. I put it on and went back to the coach. My problem wasn’t over. I then had to do the same for the English customs, and when the coach arrived in London I had to get a train home. A lot of people noticed that one foot didn’t have a shoe; some were amused and as I got on the train one man said “You’ve lost you shoe” and people looked at my odd feet. It was all very exciting! I have only just discovered your site and find it very interesting.