May 20, 2011

We spend the morning looking around Woodbridge, after which, we decide to make our way to Harwich to try to catch the overnight ferry to Holland.   On route, we meet an 89 year-old man on a racing bike who stops to give us directions – looks like we have a few more years cycling left (not sure whether this revelation cheered Ken up or not, especially as if I keep going ´til I´m 89 he´ll be 98!).

It is a short ride to Felixstowe, up and down yet more hills (for future reference, England may lack mountains but it more than makes up for it with hills), followed by a trip in a small boat across the estuary.

The girl at the desk in the Stenaline office tells me that the night crossing is fully booked.  I had checked only last night and there were plenty of cabins available then – another note for future reference, always book ahead as, apparently, you can change the date and time of the crossing if you need to.  I must look crestfallen because she keeps searching until she finds a cancellation.

We board a huge ferry, the largest in the world of its type according to the information, which is only a few weeks old and very impressive.  We take our anti sea-sickness tablets with a glass of beer which sends us to straight to sleep almost immediately. The next thing we know we wake up in Holland.