Watch the visuals of today here!
We were up at whatever time it is before the sun gets up. About 5am. We had a mad dash round and got the main luggage’s in the bus, then had to wait nearly an hour before they opened up the restaurant for breakfast. Dad was not happy. He’d been asleep all night snoring like a gibbon and keeping me from slumbering. I don’t know how mum sleeps in the same room as him. Not only does he snore but he speaks in his sleep too. He said “there’s mince on the valance” 4 times in the night!
When we finally got to get breakfast there was a whole plate of salami and no other ‘meats’ so I just took the whole plate. But a nasty Scottish woman challenged me and I had to take it back. I did help myself to 10 slices of it and 5 of cheese and 2 buns with poppy seeds on them. I hope I get drugged tested because I will test positive for opium, unless that’s an urban myth.
After breakfast we all sat on the bus and waited. We waited for half an hour and then Ian and Linda turned up. Clearly they had no breakfast and had slept through their alarm. Linda had a face like an angry German after she’s just heard they are all out of wiener schnitzel. They stormed to the back of the bus and we set off late. Bigglesworth was not happy!
We were on the bus for nigh on 5 hours until we had a stop at some services in Luxemburg. We couldn’t afford the sandwiches, they cost 5 Euros each and they all had salad in them. So I got some crisps and a bar of chocolate, but I was too sleepy to eat them. I had been drifting in an out of consciousness all morning on the bus. I kept seeing giant spiders; I think I must be very tired.
We set off from the services and almost immediately hit a traffic jam. Quite literally! We were slowing driving along with the traffic when some foolish person decided that they couldn’t be bothered sitting in a traffic jam so they reversed up the hard shoulder, trying to reverse passed us. The only problem was they had a trailer and as they reversed it went off at an angle and crashed into us as we were travelling about 15 miles an hour. There was a huge scraping noise and all the old ladies on the bus screamed. Bigglesworth shouted “agh ya French imbecile” and he stopped the bus and stormed out at the driver who had crashed into us. I couldn’t see the damage and still haven’t seen how bad it is, but several of the old men got off the bus and went to be nosy while Bigglesworth was taking the insurance details of the crasher.
We then sat in a traffic jam for about 3 hours. No one said anything for ages, until it became apparent that we might miss the ferry back to Hull because we were so delayed. But good old Biggleworth broke all the speed laws and he got us to the ferry on time! With almost 10 minutes to spare!
We got on the ferry with little bother, save for Dad got stopped going through the passport thing while 2 people had to come and look at his photo. I knew his weird expression on it would get us into trouble! When we got on the ferry it set off almost instantly. It’s not the same ferry we came on but it’s virtually identical, except that this one vibrates a bit more. I am terrified that we will have a repeat of Dads vomitothon tonight or that I will get sick too. No please don’t Neptune, I’ll be good!
We went for tea, it’s buffet all you can eat style but the prospect of sicking it all up again made me not want much. I only had 2 pizzas and 4 ice cream tubs. We sat in the bar for a long while, Cecil just looking off into the middle distance. He was apparently contemplating the whole ‘[SPOILER’] situation. Though he came to no conclusion. And also he kept having flash backs to being in the navy.
Were both in bed now. Not the same bed, I’m in the top bunk while Cecil is in the bottom bunk. My bed is again incredibly narrow, I just know I will fall out of it tonight. Not only that but our room is surrounded by German teenagers. I can clearly hear every word they are saying, unfortunately it’s all in German so I don’t know what they are talking about. Probably what’s hip, cool and ‘with it’ in the mean streets of Berlin (that’s what Dad thinks they are talking about). I wish they would shut up or sod off, preferably both! There is a gap of about 2 inches under the door so sound travels. They may as well be talking in our room. The whole boat is vibrating, it’s like sitting in a giant erm thing that vibrates.
I’m going to sleep now, I fear what the next 10 hours will hold!!
2 thoughts on “German Holiday Part 7”
U forgot the wonderful sunset!
O its so tangible -I could have been there, I imagine the scrape on the motorway being like the Tit-anic and the iceburg.