This being a 34-hour crossing, we have two nights on board. Having left Portsmouth at 21:45 on Sunday, we are due to arrive in Bilbao at 08:00 on Tuesday. Relaxing a full day on board may be but it’s pretty boring. No wonder people on cruise ships eat and drink themselves stupid; if you don’t like Sunday Night at the London Palladium style entertainment, and I definitely don’t, there’s nothing else much to do. How people put up with a floating petri dish germ factory for two weeks, I just don’t know.
At check-in, we were given two room keys; they are card affairs with a barcode imprint. Just so we didn’t have to remain joined at the hip, Francine gave me one of the keys which I stuck in my cargo pocket, along with my phone.
If there’s a highlight to this lengthy ferry crossing, it’s threading your way through the chain of islands lying off the west coast of the Brest peninsular. The largest of these is Ouessant. Navigating these channels must be regarded as a highlight because the ship posted 11:00 as the time we’d be passing through. With little else to do and with the weather set fair, we went up on deck to watch.
In truth, you’re never close enough to any coast for it to make an worthwhile picture. Just for fun, though, I thought I’d snap the back of the ferry and its wake. As I pulled my phone out of my cargo pocket, the edge of my phone pulled my recently acquired room key out of my cargo pocket which was immediately snatched by the stiff breeze and promptly fluttered off, at alarming speed, into the westernmost English Channel as we left it. “Bother”, said Pooh, crossly. It’s a good job Francine is more careful with her key. We were joined at the hip again.
That was the highlight of our day on board Salamanca. The lowlight was probably Brittany Ferries attempt at a paella which we had for dinner. I should’ve gone for the pigs’ cheeks instead.
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