I finally realized how lucky I was with respect to my cabin
on the Oscar Wilde, the ship that took me from Ireland to France, back in June,
when I had never set eyes on Saint Malo (hard to believe now). For roughly the same price as I paid now, I
had an outside cabin on Deck 9, the Bridge Deck. The fact that my present cabin is an inside
cabin (i.e. no windows) is not the fact that bothers me. What troubles me is
that I will be sleeping below the water line.
Considering we are going to cross one of the busiest shipping lines in
the entire world for 8 hours in pitch DARKNESS, I’d rather have slept somewhere
where I wouldn't have to fight inflowing water torrents on my way to the
outside if anything goes wrong. Apart
from that the cabin is just fine. Well, apart from the flakes of tobacco, head
hair and other types of hair found in the wooden cabinet box that my mattress
rests on. A true seafaring adventure !
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| a bike lane |
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| Did the thistle think it would go unnoticed in the razor wire? |
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| not quite ;-) |
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| All aboard! |
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| 10 Euros |
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| what the captain sees |
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| After a long sleep |
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| Isle of Wight |
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| Portsmouth |
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| catching some fresh air when all the cars start their motors (loading ramp at end of ferry in upright position) |
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| a motley crew abandoning ship |
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