People spend days lost on roundabouts in the UK, as there are frequent rest and refuelling spots on the larger island groupings. In fact, I think they are considering a new adventure holiday where you spend a week driving round and round confusing traffic islands stopping for cookie and coffee breaks and the occassional refuel.
To add extra spice, these adventure holidays will be spent during a heatwave and the car seats will be plastic, circa 1970. Everyone will be forced to wear shorts three sizes too small. Whinging children will be loaned to those without them, preferably ones who get car sick and need the toilet all the time. These children will be supplied with sticky toffees, bottles of tartrazine, chocolate and noisy hand held games. As an optional extra, a sulky smelly teenager will be thrown into the mix.
If your single, you'll have the option between a russian partner (former soviet shotput champion or chain smoking vodka swilling swine) with stinking armpits who cannot speak a word of english, but insists on giving directions or, alternatively, a skinny moan-a-minute hypochondriac with a bad cough and hemmariods.
Everyone will be provided with either a 1:1000 scale map the size of a matchbox, or a 1:5 map which unfolds to roughly the same size as a football field and none of the roundabouts will be marked correctly.
All signposts will be obscured by trees or graffiti and random herds of cows and/or sheep will be let free onto various country lanes wide enough to allow two minis to scrape past each other.
The radio/tape deck will be permanently locked onto Shipping forecasts or Radio Twee, playing the Eurovision song contest losers from the past 3 decades.
Sounds like a typical holiday in the UK to me ...
