Ariane got put in charge of getting us to Gallipoli seeing as going there meant so much to her, being Canadian and all. There were 2 people after all who were Canadian during the campaign. She got us off at the complete wrong place but we stayed because they had tours there. It was the worst tour I could imagine because it was just so boring. Hannah kept asking some twins reuniting, but I think she was so bored that she was making up her own story in her head to keep occupied. The place was and all but he was monotoned and seriously who needs 1hr to see a small beach and to read one plaque at each of the 17 monuments we visited which all looked the same. Also his boasting about how foolish the Anzacs were and how brave and wonderful the Turks were when they slaughtered the Anzacs did help much either.
After a 27hr tour we finally escaped but at least we had the knowledge that we had given the Canadian some good Aussie history. Looking back it did have good moments like chasing each other through the maze of trenches and going into the tunnel which he told us not to go in. If there is one thing I have learnt from the Paky is that you are never coming back and the worst that can happen is someone will tell you not to do something. It's not like they will arrest you or send you to jail. I am not going to be concerned about his feelings when I look back and think of what I could have done. Oh I could have gone through a tunnel but the man said not to and I feel really good that I missed going through it and seeing something no one else sees because it would have terrible if he had gotten cranky at me…. Some places the trenches were only about 7m apart and you could through a grenade into the opposite trench easily. They said 400 people a day died on average and that was not including the people who just got injured.