Our last day abroad today as we're due to catch the 9pm boat home.
We had another make shift breakfast and ate some bread products at the harbour and were joined by the sparrows again, they're going to miss us.
Mark went sweet shopping but after an extensive search, he couldn't find any and blamed the Americans.
We made up a replacement number plate for Tim's bike and asked the woman at reception for some sellotape., she didn't understand so Tim looked up the word and showed her and she still didn't understand, so we had to call a translator who basically said 'sellotape'.
We checked out and headed to santander the long way. We stopped for fuel and a crazy fat ginger woman was going crazy at us, we don't know why and when she had a go at Tim, he signed the receipt "fuck off".
We stopped at a town for lunch and realised it was the same town we'd stopped at about a week ago. Tim was boasting how good his Spanish was when he ordered his burger with cheese by mistake. By the time he'd cut all the cheese off it was about the size of his thumbnail.
We travelled about 300 meters down a toll road and got charged €3 each, and whilst queuing, Cheesy dropped his ticket and in his panic stalled his bike. Just when we thought he'd got the hang of the toll booths too.
Nearing Santander we went up one last mountain and we're at the same height as the clouds when we were at the top. We stopped to admire the view and cheered on two cyclists who had just made it to the summit.
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| We managed to get home without the help of eagles. |
With just motorway ahead of us we went into Santander and stopped at the shops for some supplies before getting lost trying to find the ferry. At one point we had to play frogger on our bikes crossing three lanes of traffic.
We were made to wait forever before getting onto the ferry and once on we made it to the shoebox like cabin.
We made our way to the restaurant and got out the food we'd purchased earlier and made our own picnic, after seeing the tripe on offer at the restaurant, most of the boat was jealous.
The Wifi on the boat is pathetic, it kicks you off constantly, won't let you rejoin and when you do, there isn't enough bandwidth to go around and you get about an email every 20mins.
We sat in the bar to watch the football next to some loud mouthed cornish idiots who hadn't got a clue about anything. Tim kept 'accidentally' blocking the view for them and we had to restrain Cheesy from reverse elbow striking them.
After the match the evening entertainment started, it was a man and woman act who made shadow puppets before doing the same magic tricks we saw on the way over.
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| This was a camel eating from a tree. Allegedly. |
The French waitress who was serving us didn't speak any English despite the ferry running to England. They only served two types of beer on the boat and she was unable to comprehend 'Becks'. Brilliant.
We headed to bed for the snore off which we think Cheesy won but only because Tim was putting so much effort into farting his face off. We were surprised Tim slept at all as when he was in the bathroom we all stuffed his pillowcase with our sweaty socks.
After the breakfast on the way over we took Adrian's advice and upgraded to the posh restaurant. It was the breakfast of Kings with a decent cooked buffet so we all stuffed ourselves. At breakfast we also saw Peter Griffin from Family Guy.
The two deck rule was adhered to after breakfast where you're not allowed to poo within two decks of our room for fear of stink contamination.
Tim was in the trap letting rip and he heard a voice from the next stall over say 'that can only be one person'. Apparently Steve has heard Tims facts so much he can now identify him by them.
We spent the rest of the day chilling out on the boat playing crappy games on our phones.
The Piss stop score for the final leg was 2-2 making the final score 5-4 to the Cheese!
So thats it for this holiday, thanks for reading.
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