I was never in the girl guides so knots aren’t my strong point. After you have driven up the metal ramp on the ferry there is a selection of blue rope to tie you are expected to ‘secure’ your motorbike with in case of rough seas. Well I didn’t want to show myself up in front of the other 50 year old male bikers so a quickly set about tying rope all over the show. A few knots later and I was onboard running around the ferry like an excited child. There is something fascinating about a shop and a cinema and bedrooms on a boat. The excitement soon faded as the 2 hour delay set in. The boat was a small version of what I imagine a cruise to be like. I have realised I never want to go on a cruise. As the three bus loads of school children jumped up and down to the music at the disco, the laziest transvestite ever to my left eagerly awaited the bingo to start while to my right they sang along to every word of the cha cha slide, sneakily pouring alcohol they had brought in plastic bottles into their glasses of coke.
The boat reminded me of a British holiday camp. A lot of entertainment and all sorts of people contained in a small area. On this holiday camp though, you were rocked soundly to sleep by the motion of the sea. The staff were incredibly friendly and helpful though, they even said they looked forward to seeing me on my return journey even though I had explained I wouldn’t be returning.
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