So the journey home did not go to plan. We were meant to be getting the 12:15am bus from Brussels to London and then a train to Bournemouth. We started out confident because we had looked up the address for the bus stand and had found it in our map. It was only a 20minute walk but we set out an hour and a half before to be safe. The walk to the address went fast and we were there in plenty of time, however there was no bus stand there and when we asked a policeman there he had no idea what we were talking about and didn't know where the road was at all.
We then asked some passersby who were really helpful and found the address on their phone and gave us directions. It was a 20minute walk from where we were but we still had enough time at this point thanks to setting out early, though we did start to speed up the pace. We got near the address but couldn't find the exact road so glad to ask for more help. It took a while but we got to the road we had been given on our ticket but we couldn't see anyone else on this road waiting for the bus and there wasn't any kind of bus stand either.
We were desperate at this point as the bus was due to depart soon. I called mehabus customer service off my phone (I don't want to even think about this bill) and asked for help. The woman didn't even have any idea where the bus stop was and provided no help except informing us it was "kinda near central station". Central station being near where we were originally. She also told us it looked like the bus was running 20minutes late. By this time it was 10minutes past the departure time meaning we had 10 minutes to do the 20minute walk from where we had gone originally. Cue running, asthma/panic attack, water, inhaler (thank God I packed it) and reaching the road we'd been eventually to see megabus. A man told us it was further up on the left so a bit more running but still nothing.
We were too late. We started walking now that our departure time had passed by a half hour, not quite knowing what the plan was now it was nearing 1am. Suddenly we saw a megabus pass the end of the street we were walking down but after a scream and a burst of running (not quite sure what we could achieve at this point) it was definitely too late and the bus was on its way to London without us...
There wasn't another bus until the next afternoon so we knew we had to stay in a hotel but exhausted and unwilling to venture any further from this elusive bus stand (even though we still didn't have a definite location on it) we ducked into the first hotel for the night.
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