Apr 072011

7th April 1986

Had a really long coach journey to Dover. When we got to Dover, we waited for about half an hour then got on the ferry!! The ferry was really rough and I was sick!! The ferry trip was about 2 hours and was horrid!!! The coach trip to our “2 star hotel” took ages!! In fact the whole journey took about 18 hours!!!!! I am sleeping in a room with a boy called “Wayne Lewis!!” 12.00am: All of us had a riot!

The School Trip to France. Day 1.

They do say that it’s journey that matters and not the arrival, although in this instance I would say that was a bunch of arse. I’m not a big fan of boats at the best of times but when a ferry crossing is accompanied  by strong  winds combined with the aroma of diesel and gutted fish there’s no real surprise when I’m reacquainted with my lunch.

So after 18 hours of travel on an empty stomach I think I was glad to finally stop moving for a while. I seem to remember the 2 star hotel not being too bad. By that I mean the mattress I slept on was dry and the water from the taps was wet. I always thought of Wayne as one of the popular kids, so I don’t know why he got lumbered with me.

The “riot” was really nothing more than a mass pillow fight. Kids eh? Not the sort of thing that would get us deported I’ll have you know.

This is how they advertise ferry crossings these days. I certainly don’t remember it being this swish. No mention at all of the ideal place to perform swell induced projectile vomiting.

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