Having got the train from Wrexham to Birkenhead I then boarded the ferry.
At the check-in I was ambushed by the other cyclist. He could bore for Britain; and did. He just talked at me endlessly, even though it was clear I wanted nothing to do with him. Every story was acted out with dramatic flair. I heard all about his prior trips, previous cycling buddies, 2 of whom cycled off a cliff, the other into the path of a speeding train (or maybe I just imagined them doing that) - oh, and hey, no smart comments here about me - you dont have to read this if you dont want to. And I noticed him surreptitiously cable-tying his bike to mine, which meant the following morning I had to spend ages undoing it in Belfast whilst he rattled off volumes 14 through 27 of his life story.
On the ship he was everywhere I looked. I locked my cabin door. Dinner was free. My cabin was fantastic. At Midnight the family in the cabin next door arrived. Bang, bang, crash 'I baggsie this bunk' 'Shut up shut up' Bang, crash 'What does this do' Bang, wollop 'Oh Mum, tell Jerry to shut up' Bang, crash. Did they think they were alone in a field or something? Why are people so stupid?
Irrespective of the neighbours, I do absolutely LOVE sleeping on ships. Its something about the cosiness, the gentle rocking motion, the hum of the AC, the purr of the engines. Sort of caresses you into slumber.
Up at 5am for the free breakfast and left the ship about 6.30.
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