I love the sea...
Aah, I'd forgotten about my trip to France about five years ago.

The day before was a long drive from Scotland to Portsmouth (or some where far from here) with the car packed full of holiday things. After a whole bloody day driving, where upon I got a little car sick but was generally okie-dokie, we arrived and walked around to see some shops, get fresh air, and then the five of us went to bed at a two bedded Travel Inn.

The next day we were again up at the crack of dawn and trundled onto the ferry for our six hour trip. It started with breakfast where my dad tried to be nice by insisting on buying us an extra large coke each. When we realised that this wasn't such a good breakfast he made us drink every last drop saying he didn't want to have wasted the money.

So off we went to the posh seating area when the waves began, and I'm talking huge waves. No one was allowed outside and the coke began to swill around inside me as we were tipped about. I could hear people dying in the corridors nearby and the toilets smelled. I choose to lie down and close my eyes, ignoring my stomach, and when I did look up, my dad had disappeared under the table to be sick. My sister and brother were above table level busy filling their sick bags and my mum was eating Bourneville.

She asked me if I wanted a sick bag, tried to make me sit up and take one but I said no, not wanting to move incase the inevitable happened. It happened any way just as I had clamped my hand to my mouth so I ended up spraying cokey vomit all down my legs, the seats and my families jackets that I'd been using as covers.

After that we left the posh seating area and went to lie down in a quiet corridor where staff regularly stepped over us and we fell asleep on the floor.

After disembarking we had another three hours in the car, feeling and smelling horrible and sweating from the heat. I had to walk through the nice camping grounds with white (why white?) blotches all over my jeans and people looking at me like I'd risen from the dead.

Luckily the ferry back was calm and we spent it all outside watching the gulls and planes that tried to crash into us.
( vix0r was not Matthew on, Tue 12 Sep 2006, 21:09, Reply)