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My wife still rolls out the story on occasion at my expense. We stopped at a services before boarding at Dover. I bought a chicken tikka sandwich. Line the stomach and all that.It was a pretty rough crossing. About 15 minutes in I just had to get up on the poop deck for some fresh air. There was a party of school kids up there and me. I hurled up the chicken tikka in front of said party, much to the disgust of their teacher. I then threw my head over the side and emptied the rest of my asian inspired snack.Those familiar with cross channel ferries know that the sides are straight and those below in the dining seats got a very first hand view of my lunch as it splattered across their sea view windows.
Ha, that reminds me of the time I was sick on a boat before it left the harbour in Estapona, en route to Morocco.
If you knew me, you’d know that I don’t do boats.Got sick on a cross channel ferry. And no, I was not going on holiday. I was HM forces living in Germany before the tunnel was dug.The thought of spending a “holiday” on one would be a living hell for me.
What must the locals think in some poorer areas of the world when these huge floating palaces of chavdom roll up on their shores?
Quote from: normal rules on November 16, 2021, 08:50:42 pmIf you knew me, you’d know that I don’t do boats.Got sick on a cross channel ferry. And no, I was not going on holiday. I was HM forces living in Germany before the tunnel was dug.The thought of spending a “holiday” on one would be a living hell for me. Gutersloh 81-83 , tactical support team….. loved the country