The view of CB2's cockpit - so he doesn't forget about his dog.
Anybody who has used the Hull Rotterdam ferry will know there are two boats, one Pride of Hull, the other Pride of Rotterdam. Each one is staffed by natives from each country and we got the Dutch (all imported from the Far East??).
We followed a Scottish biker on board and parked up along side as we started the ritual of tying the bikes down. Mr Porridge was hard at it when one of the Dutch deck hands came over to give him some experienced advice.
'Herdy girdy strappun wrongun' he said helpfully.
To which our Northern friend replied
'See you pal, ya canna teach a Joch about straps!!'
We quietly left the scene.....
The Dutch crew obviously get bored with the daily repetition and so we unwittingly became pawns in their game of 'how many times can you get a guest to do something'.
The paper room key would not register in the electronic lock. Walk back to reception where the happiest receptionist in the world (fresh from Amsterdam space cake) put the cards under the desk across some imaginary reader and handed them back 'reprogrammed'.
Back to the room - still no joy. Back to see laughing boy. This time he issued new paper keys - back to the room - still no joy.
Laughing boy feigns surprise at seeing us return and calls for help. 15 mins pass where LB realises space cake is no protection against fed up Yorkies and books us into another room.
The night moves on to two brothers exploring the meaning of life, the universe and everything - facilitated by Grolsch.........
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