I want to do a Battlefield Tour but no Ferry?
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As per the title really, seems that you need to book weeks in advance. I want to go to France, 2 people + car for the weekend so drive down Friday 20th come back Sunday 22nd. I'm going to visit the Normandy beaches etc with my flatmate.
I turn it over to the good people of PH to help me find a Ferry as I can't. Fast as possible as well. If anyone can recommend a hotel close to the museums that'd be ace.
I turn it over to the good people of PH to help me find a Ferry as I can't. Fast as possible as well. If anyone can recommend a hotel close to the museums that'd be ace.
I've never seen a full ferry at this time of year...
I presume you've looked here:
http://booking.ferrybooker.com/faresearch/results....
I presume you've looked here:
http://booking.ferrybooker.com/faresearch/results....
I went twice last year.
First time via Pompey to Cherbourg, second time Dover to Calais.
Dovers literally has tens of crossings, so that is your best bet if you don't mind the drive down to Normandy.
Be aware there are a lot of tolls, as we found oout when we dragged our mobile glass fibre sex hut all the way down there. The drive is pretty pleasant though
First time via Pompey to Cherbourg, second time Dover to Calais.
Dovers literally has tens of crossings, so that is your best bet if you don't mind the drive down to Normandy.
Be aware there are a lot of tolls, as we found oout when we dragged our mobile glass fibre sex hut all the way down there. The drive is pretty pleasant though
RicksAlfas said:
Cara Van Man said:
MK4 Slowride said:
Pompy to Caen = 6 hours! 
Didn't take that long for us.....was circa 4 hours on the cat thing.Or are you talking chugga chugga boat?
They may be 130 miles apart but the distance difference isn't 130 miles!
Dur.
Cara Van Man said:
Go from Pompey to Cherbourg on the catamaran thing. That's quite quick.
No way! This vomit vessel should be scuttled off the Needles.Straying, somewhat emetically, from Battlefields theme, the worst crossing I ever had was on the Cat, our organs got re-arranged on that one. As nobodies passport had a picture of a green person in it, I'm surprised they let anyone off the craft. We went on it to Le mans in 2002 and I have to say it was one of the most unpleasant experiences ever. There was a bit of a rough sea and within thirty minutes of sailing from Pompey, and suddenly the whole boat was awash with sick. The acidic stink was absolutely unbelievable. Parties of skool kids were spraying it all over their teachers, who were drenched to the socks in bile, half-digested baked beans, soggy dangling bacon rind and tomato skins.
A bloke a few seats away spent an hour holding it down but when the pressure got too much, with an almighty heave, he projectiled all over the seatback in front of him, producing a multicoloured fountain of puke. It sounded like Herrgg-wwhhherrrpppaarrgghhh-splatter! I can still hear it when I close my eyes at night.
I was very impressed with the impeccable manners of a elderly woman several seats away on the other side. She did it in quite a genteel way, pouring the contents of her stomach into a sick bag through her puckered lips without making any retching noises at all. Plop-plop-plop, it sounded just like a tin of tomatos being emptied into a saucepan. Very considerate, but I think you'll agree it's not very nice when you're trying to eat, it nearly put me off my fried breakfast. She then went fishing about in the bag for her teeth! The violent tossing around, from peak to trough, had turned the river of puke on the floor, to a fine haze suspended in the air. Just the time to order a tin of Guinness!
The crowning glory was when I slipped over backwards in a pool of spew in the toilets. Well I say spew, it was really more like a long streak of dog slother with all bubbles in it. My hand went in it and it was stone cold. GAKK!! It was coating my watchstrap and arm hairs and made me feel a tadge on the queasy side.
I hope you've got the picture. Never ever again!
Andy Zarse said:
Cara Van Man said:
Go from Pompey to Cherbourg on the catamaran thing. That's quite quick.
No way! This vomit vessel should be scuttled off the Needles.Straying, somewhat emetically, from Battlefields theme, the worst crossing I ever had was on the Cat, our organs got re-arranged on that one. As nobodies passport had a picture of a green person in it, I'm surprised they let anyone off the craft. We went on it to Le mans in 2002 and I have to say it was one of the most unpleasant experiences ever. There was a bit of a rough sea and within thirty minutes of sailing from Pompey, and suddenly the whole boat was awash with sick. The acidic stink was absolutely unbelievable. Parties of skool kids were spraying it all over their teachers, who were drenched to the socks in bile, half-digested baked beans, soggy dangling bacon rind and tomato skins.
A bloke a few seats away spent an hour holding it down but when the pressure got too much, with an almighty heave, he projectiled all over the seatback in front of him, producing a multicoloured fountain of puke. It sounded like Herrgg-wwhhherrrpppaarrgghhh-splatter! I can still hear it when I close my eyes at night.
I was very impressed with the impeccable manners of a elderly woman several seats away on the other side. She did it in quite a genteel way, pouring the contents of her stomach into a sick bag through her puckered lips without making any retching noises at all. Plop-plop-plop, it sounded just like a tin of tomatos being emptied into a saucepan. Very considerate, but I think you'll agree it's not very nice when you're trying to eat, it nearly put me off my fried breakfast. She then went fishing about in the bag for her teeth! The violent tossing around, from peak to trough, had turned the river of puke on the floor, to a fine haze suspended in the air. Just the time to order a tin of Guinness!
The crowning glory was when I slipped over backwards in a pool of spew in the toilets. Well I say spew, it was really more like a long streak of dog slother with all bubbles in it. My hand went in it and it was stone cold. GAKK!! It was coating my watchstrap and arm hairs and made me feel a tadge on the queasy side.
I hope you've got the picture. Never ever again!
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