BOWELS AND BLADDERS
Just finished the 16 day tour, my penultimate of the summer, and picked up a cold which was, as usual, going around the group. I often avoid the bugs but it was the end of the season, a hard tour (not a bad group just hard work with a new driver and inadequate coaches) and my defences were down.
We did the Dublin to Galway run in one go and, as Phoenix Park in Dublin was closed on the previous day, we dropped in there for a photo to see where the previous Pope had been. (The current one was in the UK.) This and the long drive without a break meant that it was about three hours between breakfast and the first loo stop. As luck would have it, the driver said that the coach toilet was not available so one of the passengers was busting to go by the time we stopped for a photo at Galway Bay. Martin the driver indicated that it would be ok to use so disaster was averted but this was not the first - or last - time in my career that I have stretched peoples' bladders to bursting point.
I suppose it is the old tour guide in me trying to fit in everything and more and neglecting comfort stops, as the Americans call them. On one of my early tours of London for Evan Evans I informed an elderly American that there would be no 'rest stop' until the Changing of the Guard, so he simnply went around the back of a hut after we came out of Westminster Abbey and releived himself as definitely and discreetly as he could. (Funny the things you remember from your early days.) Only now, years later and with a considerably weaker bladder myself do I know what he was going through.
When I am not working I can go for hours without a toilet break but when I am on tour my bladder seems to synchronise with the group and I go when they go, usually every two hours.
In my defence there was nowhere on the new Dublin-Galway route to stop unless we diverted to a town, which would have taken an hour off the day without guarantee of success. Someone who started as a tour director would probably not go more than two hours without finding a coffee stop somewhere or other but I wanted to include both Phoenix and the Bay as they are in the itinerary and would be lost otherwise.
The next day was the opposite problem as we went to the ring of Kerry and I booked a late lunch at the Scarriff Inn which I have passed a million times but not stopped at. Although they get a big breakfast and dinner on these tours, people were getting antsy without anything to eat by half past one so I pushed ahead, arrived early but found the place overcrowded and uncomfortable - not a good memory of the Ring for the group. I could and maybe should have just let them loose in a town and told them to do their own thing.
Just as long as there was an easily identifiable loo nearby...
We did the Dublin to Galway run in one go and, as Phoenix Park in Dublin was closed on the previous day, we dropped in there for a photo to see where the previous Pope had been. (The current one was in the UK.) This and the long drive without a break meant that it was about three hours between breakfast and the first loo stop. As luck would have it, the driver said that the coach toilet was not available so one of the passengers was busting to go by the time we stopped for a photo at Galway Bay. Martin the driver indicated that it would be ok to use so disaster was averted but this was not the first - or last - time in my career that I have stretched peoples' bladders to bursting point.
I suppose it is the old tour guide in me trying to fit in everything and more and neglecting comfort stops, as the Americans call them. On one of my early tours of London for Evan Evans I informed an elderly American that there would be no 'rest stop' until the Changing of the Guard, so he simnply went around the back of a hut after we came out of Westminster Abbey and releived himself as definitely and discreetly as he could. (Funny the things you remember from your early days.) Only now, years later and with a considerably weaker bladder myself do I know what he was going through.
When I am not working I can go for hours without a toilet break but when I am on tour my bladder seems to synchronise with the group and I go when they go, usually every two hours.
In my defence there was nowhere on the new Dublin-Galway route to stop unless we diverted to a town, which would have taken an hour off the day without guarantee of success. Someone who started as a tour director would probably not go more than two hours without finding a coffee stop somewhere or other but I wanted to include both Phoenix and the Bay as they are in the itinerary and would be lost otherwise.
The next day was the opposite problem as we went to the ring of Kerry and I booked a late lunch at the Scarriff Inn which I have passed a million times but not stopped at. Although they get a big breakfast and dinner on these tours, people were getting antsy without anything to eat by half past one so I pushed ahead, arrived early but found the place overcrowded and uncomfortable - not a good memory of the Ring for the group. I could and maybe should have just let them loose in a town and told them to do their own thing.
Just as long as there was an easily identifiable loo nearby...
