Rocking and Rolling

Trip Start May 24, 2005
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Saturday, May 28, 2005

Stepping on board the ferry Pont Aven from Cork - bow pointed towards Roscoff - we finally felt like we were heading on our way... This 10 storey floating castle equipped with an arsenal of cinema and swimming pool must have been the saviour of many a family holiday. We found our cabin on the 6th floor (of 10) with an en-suite toilet almost as big as the sleeping section: Yeah!!

We ran around the boat - racing the 7yr old kids and tripping up the 10yr old kids - to see the beauty take sail, hoist ropes and set forth for France. Relaxing was the easy part - a glass of champagne and tapas from the pool bar set the tone nicely. The Irish coast was drenched its new-found sunshine and we too with ours.

We settled in, moving from pool-side to the cafe, where we smoothed the increasingly rough journey with cafe-au-lait Champagne on Deck ' Eoghan
Champagne on Deck ' Eoghan
 . On this excursion we also came across the resaurant - of international food fair proportions... Helen STILL ONLY WANTED COFFEE, but my eyes have always been bigger then my stomach and I loaded up a tray with goodies. On fork-lifting a true ensemble of cheeses to the tray the first wave struck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE FIRST WAVE STRUCK INDEEEEEEEEEEEEED!!!!!!!! The centre of gravity in what was once my beloved battle cruiser became a shocking rolllllll as we entered into the gales and storm we thought was meant to have blown by. Put it this way - I now know how it feels to be a fly paddling in a swimming pool being dive bombed relentlessly by teenagers.


Helen's note: what Eoghan fails to mention is that, as the last revellers left the disco floor and the lights dimmed, Eoghan - convinced that the last wave had struck somewhat harder than the one before - threw back the covers of his snug little cabin bed and ran outside to check that the captain of the boat had not gone for a sneaky fag. He came back at some ungodly hour, having paced the deck of the ship, a lost soul searching for some sign of life on the sleeping ship. I woke to find him still in a state of sleepless anxiety, dark rings betraying a relentless paranoia... Ahhhh. But we docked and all was well.
Map point goes in the middle of the ocean as was midnight whilst crossing...
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