Tuesday, Jan 3rd. Didn’t want to get out of bed – it felt so good! Turned on the Google lady giving directions, which worked well. They say get there an hour and a half, or more, early, but it’s a LIE – nobody in sight. Eventually found someone who pointed me to a small bicycle shed. I waited there for around 45 minutes before someone took pity on me and ushered me on board. I was the only cyclist. In fact I was the only person on board for half an hour, so I wandered around the decks. I bit weird. Had a bite of breakfast and sat down to read ‘Lives of the Artists’ by Vasari.
Uneventful crossing, but it was raining in France. Nearly an hour to my airbnb, where I stayed for two nights.