Once, I think in 1997, 3 friends and I decided to go to the beach, at the house of the older brother of one of these 3 friends. The older brother was already there to welcome us, so we hurriedly packed our bags and went to the bus station, but when we got there, it was crowded! I was the smallest among them, and I must admit... I jumped the queue and managed to buy the 4 tickets, but I bought it for the wrong beach which was more or less 10km closer to our destination. We drank on the bus and became completely drunk. When we got there, as it was a small coastal town, there were no buses to get us to the right beach. So... we waited there until dawn or walked. What do you think we did? We walked, but my friend started to feel sick because he was so drunk... we were in the middle of nowhere, in the early hours of the morning, we didn't know what to do, so we stopped so he could rest. He slept and woke up better, thank God. We waited for dawn and took the bus