Accidents

No post last night - first time I've missed one the whole trip. And here's why...

Kevin realised something was wrong when we went to refill my wine glass at dinner and I hadn't drunk anything. I had been so blase about seasickness - I've sailed around the Caribbean in a tall ship blah blah - but actually, I had started to feel really quite unwell. (He was fine, having taken the seasickness tablets I'd bought him - which I had spurned.) And I wasn't the only one. Jemima started complaining of a sore tummy, then went white as a sheet. The added factor was we were in our ferry's posh dining room, having decided to splash out on the four course, fairly expensive French meal, plus a nice bottle of Bordeaux - most of which was wasted. Towards the end of the main course, just as we'd agreed to give up and I'd take Jemima back to the room, it happened: a projectile vomit over me, as I was holding her (the first one), and then the second one I managed to catch in a sick bag I'd secreted earlier. So Jemima and I retired to change and lie down, leaving Kevin to finish his meal (and the wine) in solitary splendour. And they charged us full price for me, the buggers, even though I'd only had two courses.

This wasn't the first accident of the day. We'd had an easy morning: a little drive into Santander, a stop to get more gas on our way to the port, then a gentle amble around Santander's shopping area while waiting to board. (We also found a final, amazing deal: a sandwich chain we've seen other places where the Monday deal is a pint and a sandwich for €2. Bargain.) Then on our return to the port we stopped in their cafe/ shop for a coffee and for me to (belatedly) buy some olive oil, ham, cheese and wine to take home. Unfortunately Jemima got so distracted by her Bing game (and me by the ham) that, before any of us realised what was going on, Jemima had a little accident. "I'm weeing in my chair!" she shouted in horror, as the puddle spread... Anyway, a strip off (only one pair of clean trousers left for Jemima - I can't afford another accident!); a clean up with napkins, and a quick exit back to Beatrix where boarding was beginning. But we made it, and after only an hour or so of loading, we were on board.

The ferry seems very nice - I'm not very ferry-experienced; and our cabin is lovely, and feels huge after Beatrix - and a good shower, in a heated room, with endless hot water, just for us. Bliss. And it was lovely to have a nice place to which to retire, when Jemima and I were stricken. More time to enjoy it tomorrow morning, before the final leg of our journey home.

Morning over the lake:

Walking back to the port, to where our boat is waiting:

On board:

Bye bye Spain!:

Santander park to the ferry port: