People swimming in it today as we approached Plymouth. It was out of action when we went out 2 weeks ago though.
Re the OP post:
The incredibly drunk students travelling out for a two week marine biology trip to the Isle of Man, looking incredulously at the phd minder who had just told us we were to be up at 6am next morning to catch the tide (it wasn’t even a chufin windup 🙄)
'I am stunned at how perfect all the STW massive are …
And it’s just everyone else '
@mrmoofo: I think that there are many admissions and allusions to contributors' own imperfections here
t you know if it’s been filled when we travel to Bilbao on 29th September.
Pont Aven, I'll tell you on saturday, top bombing!
TBH: I think it is only available on busy cruises when they open the pool bar
The puking tourist
The stoic tourist.
The pissed and snoring local sleeping through all of it.
The BAOR squaddies on the Harwich Hoek, pissed and thinking it was big and clever to talk about the porn film in the onboard cinema.
I was 7 and didn't really understand
I love a Ferry trip, even made sure we took the Woolwich free Ferry once when driving from S.E. London to Scotland to make feel even more like we were going on holiday!
So I guess to keep it relevant to the thread. Me looking excited!
Exactly! You and me should go on a trip TheBrick. The most exciting race of the scottish enduro series was always Dunoon because I got to go on a mother****ing boat. It's instantly more exotic (even if I did drive home by the land route, getting there is more important, you're still on a psychological island). I forced my brother into a detour and long queue purely so we could go across the windermere ferry one time. Boats are great!
I am stunned at how perfect all the STW massive are …
And it’s just everyone else
@mrmoofo - you saw my first post, yes?
Lots of other folk being self-depreciating on here too.
First time on a ferry in 20 years this Sunday night. Wife is making full use of no weight restriction on cases, how much weight can a fiat doblo carry?
Wish me luck!
The poor young lad leaning over the rails of the top deck about 20ft from when my then 16 year old self and my best mate were standing, the last vestiges of vomit dribbling from his mouth, most of the rest of which has impacted with a big splat against the back of my mates leather jacket. Damn that strong breeze 😂 (and at least vomit wipes off leather)
I am stunned at how perfect all the STW massive are …
And it’s just everyone else
I get the impression reading and comprehension aren't really your strong point.
The poor young lad leaning over the rails of the top deck about 20ft from when my then 16 year old self and my best mate were standing, the last vestiges of vomit dribbling from his mouth, most of the rest of which has impacted with a big splat against the back of my mates leather jacket. Damn that strong breeze 😂 (and at least vomit wipes off leather)
Sounds familiar. Hull to Stavanger overnight ferry on a very rough crossing about 25 years ago. I went on deck to get some fresh air and away from the smell of vomit indoors. Stood at the side holding tightly onto the rail as the ship pitched up and down, oblivious to the young lady a bit further along the rail - upwind of me. One enormous groan from her and I was covered with the remnants of her last meal. I don't know exact what she'd eaten, but she had a lot chips with it.
Young lad in his early 20s on the Isle of Man ferry a good few years earlier - mid 1980s. Again, a very rough winter crossing on an old boat with no stabilisers (or whatever they're called) which was bobbing about in the Irish sea like a tennis ball in a washing machine. The boat was packed, plates and glasses were flying off tables and smashing, kids were crying and the sound and smells of people hurling their innards was everywhere. He went to the heads and there was someone puking in every single sink, urinal and crapper and the floor was literally ankle deep in their offerings, sloshing back and forth like some frothy, carroty tsunami.
He was managing to hold it together and really thought he was some well 'ard seafaring superman with a cast iron stomach, laughing at the delicate land lubbers all around him. Until....
The disheveled old fella opposite him took out his teeth and placed them carefully on a napkin. Then opened a battered, ancient sandwich tin instantly filling the air with the smell of fish. He then began noisily sucking on his smelly, fishy sandwich and gumming it to death.
Our young hero, aghast at this horrific spectacle and suddenly overwhelmed by the violently pitching boat and all pervading stench of vomit around him, crumbled right there, right in that instant. As if a switch had been pressed. He only just managed to turn his head sufficiently to avoid spraying the old fella with the resulting hose jet of projectile barf. Old fella carried on as if nothing had happened. Our young hero didn't stop retching for the next 2 hours until the boat docked in Douglas.
sloshing back and forth like some frothy, carroty tsunami.
They say the carroty stuff is stomach lining.
Which is weird, because I don't recall ever eating stomach lining.
@Nothwind & @thebrick The excitement is real. The Torpoint ferry takes longer and is a bit of a fiddly journey through Plymouth but we always use it when visiting my brother's place just across and into Cornwall. It's a clanky and rattly chain ferry that is over and done with in a few minutes, but what minutes they are 😁
Even better is the Cremyll foot ferry back into Plymouth docks. You can stand in the bow (note correct usage of nautical terminology) with your windswept collie!
That couple who soon ran out of things to do on a 36 hour crossing from Portsmouth to Spain.
Had we followed the Beckham's example our eldest daughter would be called "Pride of Bilbao"
Ah, the ferry to Torpoint! Used it many times and still get excited waiting to board it!
I took the Anglsey to Dubin ferry a few years ago to visit a friend and chose the roughest day of the year. No issues for me (I found a corner and wedged myself in with a book) but a few people had issues. The worst part was getting back to my car and opening the door to the smell of a mini-stilton that had been in the warm for a long time. It stank.
Young dad taking his 3 boys* on the Portsmouth Caen ferry soon realised the error of his ways and opted for chunnel rather than chunder on future trips.
*the fact that they kept a score sheet** on a long haul multi stop flight to oz should have alerted him to their delicate nature.
**youngest won after scoring twice in extra time (the car journey from the airport)
The "guy" who has retires to his cabin, having decided that they are one with life/death & that if the ship going down, there **** all we can do about it....
G/f and her friend had a force 9 across to Norway, sick a plenty sloshing around, staff offering green apples to everyone (apparently they help?). On returning, her grandfather was unimpressed... TBF as he was a ex-merchant seaman, who was sunk twice in WW2.
I one met Paul Mariner on the ferry to Dun Laoghaire. To be fair it was very lumpy seas. He was as good a mariner as he was an England centre forward.
🤦
And a legendary Ipswich Town player. Still spoken about in revered tones.