Located beneath the famed white cliffs of Dover (in reality, concrete gray and dismal) is the P&O Ferries port where we bid adieu to the U.K. and excitedly awaited our passage across the English Channel to France.
Our group was instructed to get off the motor coach, walk through a small office to present passports to the officials, get a stamp, then cross a tarmac-like area to the rest-stop where we had a half-hour wait before boarding the ferry. Getting on and off the ferry does require walking up and down stairs or a ramp, which was not easy for the oldest member of our tour group who used a cane.
Once on board the huge vessel, I was struck by one thing: a smell reminiscent of moldy rags. Combined with the swaying motion of being on rough seas, I started to dread the roughly 1.5 hour crossing ahead while the feeling of being trapped only intensified.
We choose to sit inside on a high deck lounge area with faded carpets and upholstery that may once have been red but now appeared pink. Following us, a wave of youngsters flooded in and took over the lounge. Needless to say, the weird odor and food smells wafting from the onboard cafeteria, the bob-and-sway motion of the vessel, and the rising cacophony of kid voices combined for one big headache with a nauseous lump in my throat. Going outsideonto the deck was out of the question with the freezing air and sea spray washing board.
Best to note that this is purely transportation with decent amenities but its no luxury cruise to your destination. For me, on a dreary day with no view to speak of, this is a less than exciting way to depart ole England and catch the first glimpse of France. read more