There was a roman railway that had been partially restored.
It went up and down some pretty steep hills.
I was walking along it and thought it was steeper than was practical.
At the end of the Roman bit there was a disused modern railway. I started to walk along one of the tracks of this one, but stopped and turned around when I heard the voices of youths from inside the tunnel just ahead. As I walked back along the tracks the youths followed me, clearly with intent to harass me and possibly do me harm.
I caught up with a couple of Japanese girls walking the same way
The Roman rails went up a ridiculously steep bit which required basically climbing up a vertical wall of mud. The girls climbed it first, but they were slow so I tried to go around them. My route petered out so I ended up waiting for them then following in their foot holes. All the while the youths were getting closer.
Once over the ridge, I was re-joined by a fried who I had been travelling with earlier. We went back to where we were supposed to be reporting for duty with our navy troop.
We got into Plymouth town (just through the gate from the dales where the Roman railway had been) and found something was quite wrong. I think some force was taking people over. I hailed a taxi to take us to the nearest naval base. I got in and he sped off. After much shouting and confusion (his english was practically non-existent) I convinced him to go back for my friend, then yes, to actually wait while he got in rather than speed off again.
Once we were both in the taxi, I needed to find where the naval base was (the driver didn't know) so I tried to search on my phone for "navy base plymouth" but the stupid autocorrect kept thwarting me. I was trying to type that simple phrase for ages.
I think we eventually realised there was no navy base in the town, so we'd have to go to another town some way away... inland curiously... which I remember feeling had an association with my mate Chris. We were about to set off when I woke up.
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