Ringhotel Faehraus Farge
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The last day of the cruise. We had an amazing voyage. We travelled a total of 2,228 sea miles or 4,126 kilometres. 1 sm = 1.852km We had to miss the port of Nantes in France because it was closed due to rough seas. We were invited to the Captains table on the last night of the voyage. We made lots of friends and learnt a lot about South England, Britannia, Normandy and France. ...
... the website was wrong and there was no ferry... This journey does have the most ridiculous ups and downs. Elation to rock bottom in 5 minutes. The woman behind the counter didn't even try to help she just looked blandly out and refused to even try to explain why the ferry wasn't running.
Fortunately we found a nearby campsite soon which only cost us €5! It has WiFi, hot showers and we have ordered bacon rolls for tomorrow morning! ...
... ship you get to know everyone around you very well, as they get sea sick and recover, as the dreaded lurgy begins to set in, watches (shifts of working on the ship) come and go, Marcus the chef stuns us with his meals (breakfast, lunch and dinner!). The daily routine settles with something like, watch during the night, morning wake up at 7:00, breakfast and then morning brief where we get told the plan for the day, then on to happy hour (about half ...
... cheeky items such as slippers and aprons with naughty appendages, and neon lights. It is a fun way to spend an evening’s walk and we are laughing as we return to the van.
Our guidebook gives us interesting snippets of information on some places, and Hamburg is one of them. It tells us the origin of the Hamburger. In the 12th Century, the Tartars (Turkish and Mongolian warriors) used to wedge a piece of beef between the saddle and their horse’s back ...
... twisted blinking clasp on Martina’s bum.
I’m so preoccupied with helping her that I miss my cue, just catch up to my rhythm on the top step of the aisle then swirl around to have my sigh of relief choked away by another mouthful of feathers as she ploughs determinedly past to achieve her correct position, the spectators either side of us slow, confused and therefore also bound to a fate of swallowing sweat particles and white ...