Photo: Copyright Ted Strutz
The English Channel: a strip of water that has protected Britain from invaders, for a thousand years.
Maybe I should have been more grateful on my first Cross-Channel ferry trip. I wasn’t feeling it. Instead, I felt the contents of my stomach shifting, as we pitched and rolled our way through the night, from Dover to Zeebrugge.
At last, a cheer! Land ho? Or at least, the welcoming lights of the Belgian port that would end this stygian ferry nightmare?
Actually, the bar had reopened after technical difficulties. A cue for more empty cans to roll down the aisles.
This is my contribution to Friday Fictioneers 100 word Challenge, based on the photo prompt and hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
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Walk the Self-Talk 
Having been on a ferry from Dover to Calais, many moons ago now, I can fully relate to this! Well done! You have captured the essence of the trials of ferry travel in a nut shell 😉
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Dear Steve,
Love your title. Sounds like a rough trip. Nice one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks, Rochelle. I wasn’t sure I could do the experience justice in 100 words. I’d really love to travel through the Channel Tunnel on the Eurostar train – London to Paris!
That’s the overnight ferry all right! Nicely captured.
Yes, I’ve been on that Ferry in high seas, when I had forgotten to take a Dramamine before hand. The miserable passengers trying there hardest to get into the toilets before they threw up….
We are so accustomed to the ferries here in WA state, that it’s hard for me to imagine a ferry trip across wide, open water. Thanks for painting a picture. Not sure I’d race aboard now, but at least there’s a bar! 😉
i second rochelle’s comment.sounds like a rough trip indeed. love the title you chose 🙂