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Port-Kent by Tony Luciani
Hello. It snowed on us as we crossed the mountains, which provided a climax to one of the most prolonged extreme cold experiences of my life (second/equal perhaps to the time we forgot mountain passes were closed for winter in Japan, so we had to retrace our steps 60 miles in the dark, and possibly also a half-hour in Iceland when the wind slammed us almost off our bikes and we had to hide in a ditch) but we powered through and made it to the port last night.
Portimão -> Santander in a beach buggy over two days in February wearing four pairs of trousers, an array of fleeces and a Zara coat. Witness me.
Clearly we have paid our dues to the weather god, because the crossing was perfectly calm. Some ferry process pics:
Luggage in height-restricted mode to fit on the ferry.
The ferry!
A cool thing we queued alongside.
The Galicia is a bit shinier inside than the Pont Avon, the ship we sailed out on.
Spacious rooms?? A TV with more films than you could possibly watch in the 28-hour crossing???
Views over the side while we were waiting to disembark. We talked to a load of people while queuing to board and again as we were all milling about on the car deck waiting to leave.
By some bizarre coincidence, we met a couple we'd talked to for a long time at the Adventure Overland Show — awesome people who spend a load of time on the waterways. They'd been hanging out in Spain. Maybe we'll see them again at the next show. I'm still blown away by the unlikely odds of such a meeting.
By Louis Stettner Ferry Crossing. Holland. 1959.
The quality of this photo is substandard, but I love it.
Dear Mom & Dad:
I found this card at
the post office. My hotel is
the upper right hand building.
My room is the 3rd floor far
right balcony. My school is very
modern, and is just up the
street. The river is, of course,
the Danube. That is the ferry
crossing. I’ve started my class-
It is all beginers. We have an
awful British book. Could you ask
Eleanor for some suggestions?
I forgot to say in my letter
that I need the addresses of
all our family, Dorthy, Eleanor,
Renee, Arthur, Ken, Ruth,
Florence, also could you please
send me Dad’s office address.
I’m not having much luck in
getting through to you, but I
hope to hear from you soon.
love D
We will assume that I was the only close (or distant) relative + Dad’s office staff whose address he didn’t ask for, is because I was so near and dear that mine was the only address he’d memorized.
Actually, that is sort of true, but only because when he left the country about two years earlier, I moved into his rent controlled San Francisco apartment.
Harty Ferry Crossing on the Swale Kent by Adam Swaine Via Flickr: The Swale itself is not really a river, but a submerged valley, more of a Ria. It completely isolates the Isle of Sheppey and the tide flows into it from both ends. The opposing tidal forces meet somewhere in the region of Milton Creek..Harty Ferry. At this point Harty Ferry, the Swale used to be crossed and the remains of two hards can be found one north bank and one on the south bank.
We're on a boat motherfucker etc
The best part of this voyage, aside from the fact that I was remarkably unseasick and got to read for the whole crossing, was the way pets had to be kept in cars, so when we got back to our (entirely pet-filled) row of cars, we became a column of people gushing HELLO LITTLE MAN and SUCH A GOOD GIRL and DID MY BABY LIKE THE TRIP? in so many European languages, united by wagging bodies and stupid voices.
Max was a very good boye, but my god, he did not like that trip.