I’m on the road again, but this time I’m homeward bound, heading Northwards, towards the Home Kitchen, where my womenfolk and somewhat disturbed cat await.
The trip is scheduled to be, all being well, a leisurely 36 hour job. Day 1 was set to be a long one, however, with a 3 hour car ride to begin with, then a wait of several hours in a ferry terminal, followed by 18 hours on the ferry itself.
I came armed with reserves consisting of a sack-o-fruit™, and a packed lunch containing sardines, carrots, and boiled eggs.
Luckily, the ferry terminal’s “Quayside Cafe”, (specialities – chips, lasagne, or chips with lasagne), was able to think slightly outside of the box, and prepare me a plate of boiled egg halves, lettuce, cucumber, tomato, and ham.
I politely declined the chemical looking, glow in the dark dressings on offer, instead choosing to dose my meal liberally with black pepper, before wolfing it down.
This meant I had the lunch-box I prepared that morning still to go at, sparing me from the outrageous costs involved by eating on-board in the boat’s restaurant.
Unfortunately, just a few hours later I was hungry again, and so finished off the last of the sack-o-fruit™, the carrots, and the boiled eggs, leaving me just the sardines as emergency rations if the boat proved to be a total dead-end food wise.
Luckily enough, I was able to score for some moderately expensive cashews and pistachios and a large plastic cup of fruit salad to go with the sardines. Not exactly haute cuisine, but certainly enough to drop-kick the hunger demon overboard and into the middle of an increasingly bouncy North Sea.
Still, the view out of the cabin porthole made for a memorable little mealtime, as England slipped away in the boat’s wake, and we headed into the twilight, the boat’s pointy-end facing Scandinavia.
Pleasantly full, I reclined on my bunk and sipped on a bottle of chilled mineral water whilst listening to a collection of 70s hits, before killing the lights, and turning in for an early night.