|Nellie ready to board|
This promised to be no standard passenger ferry experience. How exciting!
This sentiment soon dissipated when we realised how slowly time passes on a huge cargo ship travelling at the breakneck speed of 12mph.
|That line across the middle|
It was like being on a ghost ship, crewed by 40 friendly Bulgarians.
This is a big ship. Having walked the length of the cargo deck on numerous occasions I can testify that it is 233 paces long. Try counting this out the next time you are out for a walk and you'll get a sense of its size.
|1033, 1034, 1035...|
So what does one do to pass the time? Here's what we came up with:
- Walk all decks several times a day. The lower deck being 490 paces in circumference so three circuits of that soon adds to the step count, which is the maximum tolerable before you collapse from engine-fume asphyxiation.
- Have numerous showers a day hoping that with each use the towels become pliable. Cargo ship towels are a natural exfoliant and scrub away your hard-won tan with every use.
- Watch four episodes of the infuriatingly plodding The Handmaid's Tale. Then give up in preference for a quiet few hours of Solitaire or staring at the wall.
- Read. Read. Read.
A violent thunderstorm kept us, and the crew, awake for the entire second night, which helped to mix things up.
And so we arrived safely, and relatively sane, we think.