Hamilton Services, just outside Glasgow is not one of the world's seven wonders. At 6.30 in the morning, it is serene but still not wondrous. On this particular morning, however there was an unusual Czech bus parked beside me. It seemed to be quite an old bus. This was masked by a beautiful panorama of the Alps or the Tatra Mountains on a cloudless summers day, which adorned both sides. There were blackened out windows. There was no sign of life.
The bus was grandly called: HOTEL BUS.
The Services opened its doors. As it did so the doors of HOTEL BUS opened too. Out poured some elderly Czechs in their pink pyjamas, dressing gowns and slippers. They proceeded for the toilets with their spongebags tucked under their arms.
The other truckers and myself gazed in amazement at this tour. Modesty knew no bounds.
It quite put me off my breakfast.
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