Today was an early start. Three o'clock in the morning to be precise. I was rudely awoken by my mother throwing a bottle of anti-frizz shampoo at me and instructed me to pack it. Due to her, unkind way of waking me up, I became so agitated and completely disorganised that I didn't pack it.
Following this, we gathered in the car to begin our six hour journey. This was complimented with pit stops at the finest service stations *insert sarcasm*... By this point I had a raging headache and was forced to buy a bottle of water at possibly the most extortionate price possible. A whole £1.60. Yes, I was practically reduced to tears by this point. But I was so in need of administering some paracetamol that I had no option...
When we got on the boat, my Dad insisted that we ought to sit outside. Among all the other "tourists" who were quite frankly loud, annoying and were all taking ridiculous amounts of pictures of each other. I suppose if its your first time on a ferry then fair enough... But I refuse to believe that it was that many peoples first time. A whole two hours I spent suffering among the rabble of tourists... At least the weather was nice.
Another four or so hours spent in the car when we got to France to arrive at the hotel... Now I don't actually expect the hotel to have that many luxuries and amenities, but there is no kettle, there's cigarette burns in my sheets and there's an absolutely stunning patch of mould growing on the ceiling. I would exchange all this for the goddamn TV on the wall. Hopefully tomorrow when I get to the destination, the facilities will be much better. Which I'd expect anyway, but until then, I shall just have to watch NCIS in french and bury myself in these beautifully crappy sheets.
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