The Oxford English Dictionary defines a
journey as ‘an act of travelling from one place to another.’ How simple this seems to
make it. If only the intellectuals that created this definition had actually
been in my shoes last week, they may have devised a rather differing definition
altogether.
Have you any idea how
long it should get to travel from Calais to Dover? I was led to believe it
would be ninety minutes; exactly the length of time for a football match to be
played and, if the tabloids are to be believed, how long it takes Katy Perry to
put on her make up before a gig.
I can barely find the
words to elucidate the travesty that was the eight hour crossing last Thursday.
I was with my family, my trusty Honda and about fifteen carrier bags (half of
which were filled with French confectionary)
and we were attempting to get back to Dover by 5:15pm. The weather was calm,
the sea was flat as a mill pond and the sky was still bright yet all of these
perfect conditions did nothing to help us on our way. About two boxes in to our
delicious ‘bonbons,’ we were forced to grab what we could as the emergency
foghorn pierced the calm tranquil of our cabin and we had to make our way up
the dark, cramped and slippery stairwell to the upper deck. James Cameron would
have eaten his heart out! I have never seen panic like it since the climactic
scene of ‘Titanic;’ women (not to give us a bad name but they were really the
ones to blame) were screaming and shrieking like banshees and tottering up the
stairs in ridiculous five inch stilettos. There was, quite frankly, more chance
of them slipping and breaking their necks than our ship slipping beneath the
waves. Perhaps more disturbingly, a group of youths behind me who had made the
most of the Duty Free alcohol were playing what I can only describe as a man
sounding like he was vomiting over the top of loud drum banging and guitars
wailing through the speakers of their phones; not quite the calm ‘Nearer My
God, To Thee’ that was gracefully played when Titanic floundered. When we
finally managed to get to the deck, it was clear that we were in no immediate
danger which was fortunate as there did not seem to be a crew member in sight.
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