Would we get away today?
The early part of the morning was spent pretty much on edge, waiting for my phone to ring. Eventually, we had, of course, to check out and move ourselves, our bikes and luggage to the foyer, so I decided I would call the repairer and suggest that I might just as well take a taxi down there and wait in his waiting room as wait at the hotel. It was 1040, and the reply came that the car was ready; it had come back from its test drive just at that moment.
The bill was a monster. But what can you do? We needed to get gone. The car was reloaded by 1155 and we were off to Dover pronto. The A2 was ridiculously empty and, without rushing, we were checking in by 1240, so much so that we were offered a place on the earlier ferry, the 1400, instead of the 1600.
It left late, at 1430, which is of course 1530 in real money. Docking was at about 1745, and the target for the day was Lille, an hour away. Forest took over the driving and he was the one to get dumped into the city's chucking-out-time traffic. However, it took only a couple of laps of the outskirts before we found the Campanile-Sud. Nice one, Forest.
Campaniles do not generally have much of a reputation, but this is fine & dandy, and the buffet plat du jour was pretty damn fine.
Oh, a note about the queues at Dunkirk: massive, if you were a trucker. Each time we thought we had seen the back of the line waiting to enter the port, we then realised that this was just the back of that segment thereof. In total, there must have been >5 miles of trucks. Cars, though, were being guided past via a different route.
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