Crossing the Channel

We left London on a beautiful sunny day and headed towards Dover which was ‘not as sunny’. As pulled through the maze of ferry queues, our Scottish bus driver says, “it looks rueff owut thar”. The crossing was the worst Curtis had experienced in 9+ trips. One third of our group got sick, including myself- note the photo. But France greeted us with beautiful skies and calm seas. After a quick money exchange and French experience in the grocery store, we zoomed up to Luxemburg, through two traffic jams, to stay at the campsite for less than 12 hours.