| Traveling to Holland (2) |
Not knowing what else I could do, I went and sat by Marco. He was sleeping, but not very comfortably. He was all curled up in
the little space he had. I knew how tired I was at this time, and he did all the driving that day, so he must have been wiped out. I
thought it would be a lot better if he got at least 1-1.5 hours of good solid sleep before driving all night, so again I went up to the
guy at the counter. This time I asked him if there were any rooms left. He said, "yes." Finally I heard him say Yes to something!
Yay! I got my money out and asked him if we could please have one. He said, "No." Huh??? I know he was speaking with an
English accent, but it's still friggin English - Yes & No are pretty hard to confuse. I asked him if he just told me that they DID have
rooms left. He said, "Yes, we have plenty of cabins left, but we are docking in 1.5 hours." I told him that was ok, I was willing to
pay full price even if it was only for an hour. Again he said No. He was beginning to piss me off. I told him that I didn't care if it
was only for 1 hour, if I was willing to pay for it, he should let me. He said, "No." I was ready to shove his friggin tea-n-crumpets
into his pompous ass! But I didn't. I just walked away and sat back down by Marco. I was so tired and wanted to sleep so badly, but
there was no place to go. So instead, I just sat there giving that asshole at the counter as many dirty stares as I could. It didn't
accomplice anything, but it did make me feel a little better. I sat there for the next hour worried about how we were going to get
money for gas. When they announced over the speakers that we would be docking soon, I woke Marco and told him about the money
situation. The poor guy was barely awake, but said, "No problem, it will be ok." Amazing, even when it looks like nothing will
work, he is still calm and polite.
Before we left town that morning, Marco told me that the only thing he needed for me to do during this trip was to stay awake
during the drive across England that night so he wouldn't fall asleep or miss an important turn. "No problem", I said (at 6:00am
that morning). Well, it was almost 1am by the time we started our drive across England and I was tired! I tried everything I could to
stay awake. We had the music turned up really loud. I opened my window to let all of the cold air in. I smoked as many cigarettes as
I could. But nothing was working. As hard as I tried, I could not keep my eyes open. I was falling in and out of sleep for like 2
minutes at a time. I did this for almost an hour. I suggested that we go to a hotel and sleep for 2 hours. I could pay for the room
with traveler's checks and they could give us change in English Pounds - then we would have money for gas. I thought this was a
'splendid idea' . (see? I can sound like a snooty ass English person too) We could kill 2 birds with 1 stone. But of course Marco said
no, he wanted to drive all the way through, and not to worry about the money, that everything would be fine. I'm glad he wasn't
worried about it, because I sure as hell was. I eventually couldn't take it anymore, I was so tired that I was ready to cry. He had
done so much for me, yet I wasn't able to do the one single thing he asked of me the whole time. I finally broke down and asked him
if I could please just go to sleep for an hour. His response? "Yes, of course." Did you honestly expect him to say anything different?
hahaha
I don't know how long I slept, but damn it was nice. (even with his fishing poles poking me in the head) Marco woke me up, told
me that we needed gas, and said he had an idea on how we could pay for it. He found a gas station that had an ATM in it and asked
me to just go see if it would accept my bankcard. Well DUH, I don't know why, but I never even thought of England having an ATM
that I could use. I went inside, got money, and we now had a full tank of gas. YAY! For a while now I was a little more awake, but I
quickly started to fall back asleep. I never got to fully go back to sleep, but just drifted in and out constantly, which I believe made
me even more tired. Just so you know .... if you ever ask Marco his version of this car trip, he will simply say, "I drove the entire
way and she slept the entire way so I don't know what she's complaining about." LIE LIE LIE LIE - k, just had to clarify that! hahaha
We got to the boat dock on the East Coast of England at about 7:30am. The boat we were taking left at 10am, so we had some
time to spare. Again, we were the first people to arrive. (damn, he's polite AND prompt?) We walked around for a while, got some
coffee, and then pretty much just sat in the car talking for the rest of our wait.
This boat was the same as the previous one, only a little smaller. We walked around and saw everything before it all opened then
waited in line at the currency exchange counter so we wouldn't forget. After we had our money we got something to eat. 0o0o0o
when we were walking into the area with all of the food counters, I swear I saw heaven's golden gates - McDonalds! YAY Real food!
Finally! Now, the crab toes in Ireland were great, and the fries no matter where we were are awesome, but I had eaten some pretty
funky tasting stuff so far. So the sight of that glowing M almost brought a tear to my eye. hahaha Just Kidding! I was excited to see
it, but we ended up getting some slices of pizza and fries instead.
We chose again to see a movie to help pass the time. There were about 5 different movies showing, but the signs telling you
which door to enter sucked. We walked around in circles for a while trying to find this damn place, and then finally did. So in we
went. Wide awake, beers in our hands, ready to see a movie. I'll be damned if I can remember the name of the movie, but I believe it
was a comedy. Anyway, we had about a half hour or so to wait. Marco was happy as could be sitting there reading the Dutch
newspaper he found, so I got up to go on a beer-run. I went to the same door that we came into this room through. But ummm, one
small problem, there was no doorknob. I kind of laughed a little and looked again. No latches, no knobs, no nothing. All you could
see was the actual outline of the door etched into the wall. Yet if you weren't looking closely, you wouldn't even see that. The room
was semi-lit and the walls and door were carpeted, I'm assuming to keep the sound in. I was laughing as I tried to tell Marco that
there was no way out. He laughed, but was so entranced by his newspaper, that he didn't care we were going to be stuck in here
forever. I walked to the other end of the room to where there was what looked like another door. Nope, nothing. The only way out of
this room was through the same door we entered.
Now, contrary to popular belief, I'm not an idiot. I'm seriously not. I did very well in school and consider myself to be a
semi-intelligent person. I WAS going to find a way out. I went back to the door and tried everything I could to pull it open. I tried
pulling on the carpet itself. I tried to stick my fingernails into the edge to pry it back. Nothing was working. Marco just kept
laughing at me! (The lil shit. =P~) Continue
the little space he had. I knew how tired I was at this time, and he did all the driving that day, so he must have been wiped out. I
thought it would be a lot better if he got at least 1-1.5 hours of good solid sleep before driving all night, so again I went up to the
guy at the counter. This time I asked him if there were any rooms left. He said, "yes." Finally I heard him say Yes to something!
Yay! I got my money out and asked him if we could please have one. He said, "No." Huh??? I know he was speaking with an
English accent, but it's still friggin English - Yes & No are pretty hard to confuse. I asked him if he just told me that they DID have
rooms left. He said, "Yes, we have plenty of cabins left, but we are docking in 1.5 hours." I told him that was ok, I was willing to
pay full price even if it was only for an hour. Again he said No. He was beginning to piss me off. I told him that I didn't care if it
was only for 1 hour, if I was willing to pay for it, he should let me. He said, "No." I was ready to shove his friggin tea-n-crumpets
into his pompous ass! But I didn't. I just walked away and sat back down by Marco. I was so tired and wanted to sleep so badly, but
there was no place to go. So instead, I just sat there giving that asshole at the counter as many dirty stares as I could. It didn't
accomplice anything, but it did make me feel a little better. I sat there for the next hour worried about how we were going to get
money for gas. When they announced over the speakers that we would be docking soon, I woke Marco and told him about the money
situation. The poor guy was barely awake, but said, "No problem, it will be ok." Amazing, even when it looks like nothing will
work, he is still calm and polite.
Before we left town that morning, Marco told me that the only thing he needed for me to do during this trip was to stay awake
during the drive across England that night so he wouldn't fall asleep or miss an important turn. "No problem", I said (at 6:00am
that morning). Well, it was almost 1am by the time we started our drive across England and I was tired! I tried everything I could to
stay awake. We had the music turned up really loud. I opened my window to let all of the cold air in. I smoked as many cigarettes as
I could. But nothing was working. As hard as I tried, I could not keep my eyes open. I was falling in and out of sleep for like 2
minutes at a time. I did this for almost an hour. I suggested that we go to a hotel and sleep for 2 hours. I could pay for the room
with traveler's checks and they could give us change in English Pounds - then we would have money for gas. I thought this was a
'splendid idea' . (see? I can sound like a snooty ass English person too) We could kill 2 birds with 1 stone. But of course Marco said
no, he wanted to drive all the way through, and not to worry about the money, that everything would be fine. I'm glad he wasn't
worried about it, because I sure as hell was. I eventually couldn't take it anymore, I was so tired that I was ready to cry. He had
done so much for me, yet I wasn't able to do the one single thing he asked of me the whole time. I finally broke down and asked him
if I could please just go to sleep for an hour. His response? "Yes, of course." Did you honestly expect him to say anything different?
hahaha
I don't know how long I slept, but damn it was nice. (even with his fishing poles poking me in the head) Marco woke me up, told
me that we needed gas, and said he had an idea on how we could pay for it. He found a gas station that had an ATM in it and asked
me to just go see if it would accept my bankcard. Well DUH, I don't know why, but I never even thought of England having an ATM
that I could use. I went inside, got money, and we now had a full tank of gas. YAY! For a while now I was a little more awake, but I
quickly started to fall back asleep. I never got to fully go back to sleep, but just drifted in and out constantly, which I believe made
me even more tired. Just so you know .... if you ever ask Marco his version of this car trip, he will simply say, "I drove the entire
way and she slept the entire way so I don't know what she's complaining about." LIE LIE LIE LIE - k, just had to clarify that! hahaha
We got to the boat dock on the East Coast of England at about 7:30am. The boat we were taking left at 10am, so we had some
time to spare. Again, we were the first people to arrive. (damn, he's polite AND prompt?) We walked around for a while, got some
coffee, and then pretty much just sat in the car talking for the rest of our wait.
This boat was the same as the previous one, only a little smaller. We walked around and saw everything before it all opened then
waited in line at the currency exchange counter so we wouldn't forget. After we had our money we got something to eat. 0o0o0o
when we were walking into the area with all of the food counters, I swear I saw heaven's golden gates - McDonalds! YAY Real food!
Finally! Now, the crab toes in Ireland were great, and the fries no matter where we were are awesome, but I had eaten some pretty
funky tasting stuff so far. So the sight of that glowing M almost brought a tear to my eye. hahaha Just Kidding! I was excited to see
it, but we ended up getting some slices of pizza and fries instead.
We chose again to see a movie to help pass the time. There were about 5 different movies showing, but the signs telling you
which door to enter sucked. We walked around in circles for a while trying to find this damn place, and then finally did. So in we
went. Wide awake, beers in our hands, ready to see a movie. I'll be damned if I can remember the name of the movie, but I believe it
was a comedy. Anyway, we had about a half hour or so to wait. Marco was happy as could be sitting there reading the Dutch
newspaper he found, so I got up to go on a beer-run. I went to the same door that we came into this room through. But ummm, one
small problem, there was no doorknob. I kind of laughed a little and looked again. No latches, no knobs, no nothing. All you could
see was the actual outline of the door etched into the wall. Yet if you weren't looking closely, you wouldn't even see that. The room
was semi-lit and the walls and door were carpeted, I'm assuming to keep the sound in. I was laughing as I tried to tell Marco that
there was no way out. He laughed, but was so entranced by his newspaper, that he didn't care we were going to be stuck in here
forever. I walked to the other end of the room to where there was what looked like another door. Nope, nothing. The only way out of
this room was through the same door we entered.
Now, contrary to popular belief, I'm not an idiot. I'm seriously not. I did very well in school and consider myself to be a
semi-intelligent person. I WAS going to find a way out. I went back to the door and tried everything I could to pull it open. I tried
pulling on the carpet itself. I tried to stick my fingernails into the edge to pry it back. Nothing was working. Marco just kept
laughing at me! (The lil shit. =P~) Continue
