We left Cambridge around 3.30pm, and got to Dover at around 6.30, after stopping in Folkestone for a fast food dinner, and to buy the things we needed legally to drive in Europe (i.e. reflective vest, breath analyser, sticky things to stop headlights pointing at oncoming traffic). Luckily, we were able to get a place on the 8pm ferry, having been booked on the 10pm.
We wandered to look at the shops and use the facilities, readied the car, and I took a travel sickness tablet because the sea looked angry, and drove on to the ferry at about 8pm (late). The ferry was very shiny and big. We found a spot next to the window over the bow, and Christian got a coffee. We were both tired, and Christian lay down to get some sleep. I was just concentrating on not getting sick as the boat was moving a reasonable amount. Visibility was terrible.
We went for a wander, to see whether there was anywhere better to sit, and I forgot about the motion. We ended up back where we started, and both curled up on the floor to get some rest. Nearing Dunkerque, we got up again and got some sausage rolls. We drove off the ferry into foggy blackness. I had real difficulty seeing the road, and was finding the wrong side of the road disorienting, but Christian dealt with it like a star. I had to operate the tolls as I was on the driver's side. We stopped for a coffee, the conditions improved, and we got to Rouen around 2am local time.
And got caught up in some nasty roadworks. It took us a few tries to get through the city in the right direction. We found the hotel, after a small detour around the wrong motorway exit, and then couldn't find anyone to check us in. Someone eventually turned up, and gave us a code. We got to the very basic but functional €35 room and collapsed.
We wandered to look at the shops and use the facilities, readied the car, and I took a travel sickness tablet because the sea looked angry, and drove on to the ferry at about 8pm (late). The ferry was very shiny and big. We found a spot next to the window over the bow, and Christian got a coffee. We were both tired, and Christian lay down to get some sleep. I was just concentrating on not getting sick as the boat was moving a reasonable amount. Visibility was terrible.
We went for a wander, to see whether there was anywhere better to sit, and I forgot about the motion. We ended up back where we started, and both curled up on the floor to get some rest. Nearing Dunkerque, we got up again and got some sausage rolls. We drove off the ferry into foggy blackness. I had real difficulty seeing the road, and was finding the wrong side of the road disorienting, but Christian dealt with it like a star. I had to operate the tolls as I was on the driver's side. We stopped for a coffee, the conditions improved, and we got to Rouen around 2am local time.
And got caught up in some nasty roadworks. It took us a few tries to get through the city in the right direction. We found the hotel, after a small detour around the wrong motorway exit, and then couldn't find anyone to check us in. Someone eventually turned up, and gave us a code. We got to the very basic but functional €35 room and collapsed.
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