I didn’t want to go home anyway …
It wasn’t actually a ticket as such, more a receipt,
and after fifteen minutes of searching every bag he possessed and
still not finding it, we decided to go and see if they had a record
of us on their computers. We stood around and waiting our turn in
the ferry reception area, to find, I’m happy to say, that they had
everything on record, and that all we had to do was drive on once
we’d registered. This left us just enough time to nip off, find
a hypermarket, stock up with goodies and head back.
The girl who checked the passports was obviously
having a good day, as she asked us for a passport for the gorilla
as we drove through. Five minutes later we were on the ferry, and
climbing the stairs up to the passenger decks. Jonathan did have
to go back for one last time, having forgotten to check if he’d
locked all the van doors. I scribbled down some short notes of what
we’d been up while I waited for him upstairs, then we ate while
watching Wayne Rooney score a thunderous goal on the telly that
was obviously the news of the day. Although we’d watched TV for
a little bit while we’d been away they still seemed like quite alien
artifacts, especially when showing the news. I didn’t have a clue
what had happened in the world for the past two weeks outside of
what we’d been doing.
We then headed up on deck which was deserted except
for a few folks having a smoke outside by the door. It was hardly
surprising given that it was pitch black by now and blowing a gale.
This kept us entertained for a bit while the sensible people stayed
inside and kept warm. But then sanity got the better of us and we
headed back in to the comfort and warmth of big chairs and wide
All too soon it was time to head back to the van,
and alight the ferry for the last, and some would say the most dangerous
leg. The one where you think you’re home so you stop paying quite
so much attention. Who knows, maybe we’d drive off the road or something…It
was a quick run up and down a few motorways to get home with little
of interest other than we’d be on the right (or should I say the
‘correct’) side of the road for the first time in a few weeks.
As much fun as we’d had, now that we were this
close, I was seriously looking forward to stopping still for a while
and the little luxuries of home. That said, we still had to finish
the last leg, or in my case the last two, as after stopping at Jonathans
for the night I’d finally head home tomorrow.