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Sometimes? You should never tell people what you're writing. I posted on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
little_details asking about paperwork, border controls, the train times for the route... and so far there's been several comments. Only *two* of which have actually been about the query (it's also occasionally custom to specify which characters you're writing about if it's fanfic, since it does tend to help and stop the '...let me guess, Stargate, right?' comments). The rest of them have been 'oh my god you're writing Jack Harkness and Methos retrieving something Indiana Jones dropped out of a plane during WW2? That concept is made of so much WIN it's not true!'. Which, er, is very nice, but I posted there because I want some answers, not for moral support. Oh well. At least the two commenters (and ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
celievamp) were useful. Got a book rec about the London-Lisbon journey detailed in Agent Zigzag.
Latest stuff to google : passports/permits in WW2, go through flickr for photos of Tiaret and Ghadamis and the surrounding countryside plus geography, look for stuff about Algiers' port and the train station, the *current* train route (with possible lonely planet-type reports) and times from Algiers -> Tunis (it's still only once a day, and considering British Rail times have changed very little since 1900 - especially the long distance - I can probably fudge it as similar), and hunt down the exact details about the war-era UK Secret Service.
For the last week I have been terribly smug about the fact that the rest of the department have been dying and dosed up to the gills on cough medicine and lemsip, and I'm the only healthy one. Famous last words; I came out with the cough this morning (the mild version) and scared the shit out of them. And it's clearly the 'impending cold' one, judging by the feel of the lungs. Bollocks.
Sometimes? You should never tell people what you're writing. I posted on
little_details asking about paperwork, border controls, the train times for the route... and so far there's been several comments. Only *two* of which have actually been about the query (it's also occasionally custom to specify which characters you're writing about if it's fanfic, since it does tend to help and stop the '...let me guess, Stargate, right?' comments). The rest of them have been 'oh my god you're writing Jack Harkness and Methos retrieving something Indiana Jones dropped out of a plane during WW2? That concept is made of so much WIN it's not true!'. Which, er, is very nice, but I posted there because I want some answers, not for moral support. Oh well. At least the two commenters (and celievamp) were useful. Got a book rec about the London-Lisbon journey detailed in Agent Zigzag.Latest stuff to google : passports/permits in WW2, go through flickr for photos of Tiaret and Ghadamis and the surrounding countryside plus geography, look for stuff about Algiers' port and the train station, the *current* train route (with possible lonely planet-type reports) and times from Algiers -> Tunis (it's still only once a day, and considering British Rail times have changed very little since 1900 - especially the long distance - I can probably fudge it as similar), and hunt down the exact details about the war-era UK Secret Service.
For the last week I have been terribly smug about the fact that the rest of the department have been dying and dosed up to the gills on cough medicine and lemsip, and I'm the only healthy one. Famous last words; I came out with the cough this morning (the mild version) and scared the shit out of them. And it's clearly the 'impending cold' one, judging by the feel of the lungs. Bollocks.
