Trip Start Jul 25, 2012
22Trip End Aug 18, 2012
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The Sat Nav, which has yet to acquire a name, had amused us the day before with such mispronounced gems as Stirpert instead of Stourport. This time it directed us to Harr-witch via Ipe-switch. I knew there was more to come, but it is hard to concentrate on driving when you are laughing.
The boat journey was uneventful
I needn't have rushed though. In the bowels of the boat, the lanes of cars either side of us filtered out. I could go nowhere, as I'd been instructed to park with my nose against the bumper of a camper-van. The occupants of the camper-van were notably absent. Some bicycles escaped from the row behind us, and the rest of the ferry emptied out into the sunshine, while we sat there. Eventually, when all else had gone, the wallies returned to their vehicle and moved their beast.
My aunt and uncle, Tonny and Peter, live about an hour from the port. The Sat Nav pronounced all the Dutch street names in an American electronic accent, hence Oranjesluisweg, which should sound like oran-ya-slows-weh, sounded more like Orangejuiceweg. Each new turning brought more hilarity. I'm looking forward to further trips, just for the Sat Nav.
Tonny and Peter were glad to see us, although they had been expecting us the day before. What with the sick computer, a visiting Norwegian CSer and two dental appointments I had failed to update the schedule and give them the actual date of the ferry. Oops. My bad.