Day 0: Dover – Paris - On Ferry Crossing

It’s about 3.25 am now; we’ve made it to the ferry after some initial hiccups. After arriving at the cack-hole they call Reading, the two cars turned up about 10 minutes after I got off the train. Do you remember those where’s Waldo puzzles? Yeah, well finding the lads was the exact opposite of that. A bright yellow Ford Mondeo and grey Calibra with a huge batman logo down the side aren’t the most inconspicuous vehicles I’ve seen, but at least there’s no fear of them getting lost or stolen. After flagging them down, and chucking luggage on board SS Mondeo Baywatch, Ross immediately nailed it.
Pulling onto a motorway behind the Calibra, Ross was literally rizzla-paper distance off its rear bumper as we made the filling of a Vauxhall – lorry sandwich. I’ll be honest, and I know the lads will be reading this; the nerves did kick back in at the point. Don’t worry lads, a few hours later once in Dover and we got to know each other, nerves were far past a distance memory. Sitting in the bleakest side road, watching 3 welsh lads smack the crap out of a blow up sex doll is something I doubt I’m ever going to forget. Suggesting putting Maltessers up here arse was one idea I’d never thought I’d ever hear, but my god, these lot are eye watering funny.
As the cars are going, the Mondeo had a slight problem with the headlights and the Calibra with the rears. Both cars are coping well, despite the general abuse we’re giving them, such as top gear style bump-stops!
Other issues concerned a quick police stop in Dover after Ross nailed it (again) coming off a round-a-bout. Ironically it was the Calibra that we almost crashed into that got stopped. O and a slight issue with tickets when we tried to board the ferry, thanks to someone forgetting the ticket reference numbers. But all is well and good, both cars are getting plenty of attention, admittedly the yellow one more so, and we’re on route to Calais.