This was a few years ago now, but I know our experience is not isolated. There will be many of you that can share a similar story.
It all started the evening before right down on the south of Spain. Just outside Malaga to be more precise. We left at 9 pm, both Tina and I along with my father were going to be driving in convoy the full length of Spain in one night. That’s right; we were to be driving enormous 575 miles needed to get our ferry the following afternoon.
Many miles, coffee, and stops later we hit the port of Bilbao. The weather was atrocious. Wind, rain, not exactly the most ideal conditions for getting the smallest of the fleet back home.
After a few hours in Bilbao and waiting later we were onboard.
My word its was tiny compared to the ship we boarded to get over to Spain. We had a room right at the back of the ship. Meaning we would feel all the ups and downs we would get on our overnight journey. We collectively decided to eat before we set off, as the chatter was that the trip would be very choppy.
OMFG! Both Tina and I spent the whole of the journey home laying down on our beds. Sleeping when we could, between vomiting that is. It was that bad, you would be laying there asleep and semi-conscious you would not feel the waves, but boy you can tell when you find yourself sliding up and down the bed. It was a surreal sensation.
By the time we woke up, the seas had calmed considerably. I must have been the Bay of Biscay that was causing all the issues we encountered. A swift trip to grab some breakfast. Grab our bits and pieces and make our way to the car ready for the hours driving from Portsmouth back to Brighton.
Our Tip for next time.
- Try and book a room in the middle of the ship,
- Look at what ship we are booking. We should have waited to book the Pont Aven. The flagship ship that we used to get to Spain.
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