A few nice travel images I found:

Mesh Avenue: Summer Travel in Pinoy Hideout

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Visit this location at Mesh Avenue: Summer Travel in Pinoy Hideout in Second Life

Students of St. Francis School in Richmond lining up at McGill’s McLennan Travelling Library / Des élèves de l’école St. Francis, à Richmond, qui se mettent en file à la bibliothèque itinérante McLennan de McGill

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Title / Titre :
Students of St. Francis School in Richmond lining up at McGill’s McLennan Travelling Library /

Des élèves de l’école St. Francis, à Richmond, qui se mettent en file à la bibliothèque itinérante McLennan de McGill

Creator(s) / Créateur(s) : Mac Juster

Date(s) : September 3, 1959 / 3 septembre 1959

Reference No. / Numéro de référence : MIKAN 4369763, 4369845

collectionscanada.gc.ca/ourl/res.php?url_ver=Z39.88-2004&…
collectionscanada.gc.ca/ourl/res.php?url_ver=Z39.88-2004&…

Location / Lieu : Quebec, Canada / Québec, Canada

Credit / Mention de source :
Mac Juster. Canada. Department of Manpower and Immigration. Library and Archives Canada, e011055639 /

Mac Juster. Canada. Ministère de la main-d’ouevre et l’immigration. Bibliothèque et Archives Canada, e011055639

Coach Travel

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Part 20 of the history of my life in care at the National Children’s Home. 1965-1968
For the book "Philip: A Strange Child", visit www.theirhistory.co.uk
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Going to Christmas and other parties should have been happy events. It was true that they could be fun, but travelling there and back was always the worst part. Often it was a couple of hours’ journey by coach and to help prevent travel sickness, I made sure that I did not eat anything before the journey. Often we set off early in the afternoon; other than breakfast, if I had eaten lunch I made sure it was only the minimum I could get away with.

On the coach to make it fair, if you had a window seat to the event, the rule was that you would swap with your partner for the return trip. I normally tried to get a seat as near to the front as possible; most of my friends would head to the rear of the coach. There was always the instruction that if any of us felt sick or needed the lavatory, we should come and see the staff at the front of the coach. For anyone that ever had problems, going to the front did little good; we would usually be on roads where it was impossible to stop or almost at the location, and we would be told there was not long to wait.

Part way into the journey I would start to feel a little unwell. It was never the case that I felt I was going to be instantly sick. It was made worse if one of the others came to the front announcing they felt ill. With little chance of the coach stopping they would stand perched at the front, slightly swaying in the aisle. This was normally enough to make them sick. If they could only have been sick in the rear seats, the stench and sight would not be affecting any of us that were already suffering from weak stomachs.

The other event would be someone announcing they needed to go for a pee. Again, the coach would not be stopped; they would stand there hopping from one leg to another ready for the coach to eventually stop so they could be the first off. On almost every journey, there was someone unable to wait any longer. The result was a puddle on the floor or on a seat; this would make everyone around also think they desperately needed to go.

I was in trouble following a party soon after my arrival at the Home. On the return trip, I had sat in a damp seat after someone had an accident on the way to the party. I complained at the time, but the Sister in charge on the coach didn’t believe me. I was told to stay where I was.
Half way into the return journey there was a toilet break. The Sister did not let me leave the coach, her thoughts were that I would not need to go again. I was not ashamed when I did soak my trousers a short time later, my thoughts were more of anger for not originally been believed.
When my Sister saw the state of my trousers on my return to the flat, there was no point in trying to give my reasons over the accident or arguing the matter, having already found out that arguing with Sister resulted in the slipper. I accepted her demand of having to wear waterproof pants under my dungarees or trousers on all coach outings, there was no physical punishment it seemed after an accident.

In an odd way I was quite happy with this demand, as there was not any fear now of an accident occurring, which if noticed would have brought teasing from the others, and for causing embarrassment in front of Sister and the rest of the family.
At eight and a half, as I was now in a Children’s Home; I simply took it that this was one of the many odd rules I had to follow, there was no teasing from the others when I put them on, I soon found out that her rules did not just apply to me.