i’m riding in a van. i’m riding in a van.
in an expression of what might be questionable wisdom we have decided to drive from london to brussels. we were going to fly, but there weren’t any late night flights. and we were going to take the chunnel, but there weren’t any late night trains. so, we decided to drive.
it’s not a particularly long drive, and the only weird part of the drive is waiting for and then riding on the ferry.
and i’ve taken the dover-calais/calais-dover ferry way too many times in my life. it’s a nice little ferry trip to do once or twice as a novelty.
but every. single. time. that i’ve left the uk or come into the uk on a tour bus we’ve done this ferry trip. that’s a lot of times. and ferry ports are kind of dismal places.
but now we’re in belgium, driving through the rain to get to brussels. oops. it’s not raining now. it just stopped. so driving through the non-rain to get to brussels.
and because we’re such geeks and we got to the ferry really early we got to be the first ones to get off of the ferry. i know, i’m an adult but i have the heart of a petulant adolescent.
and having written all of that i now realize that i have nothing more to write about. lame. i’m sitting here with my laptop (on my lap, thus its name) and i’m all set to fill this last hour in the car with writing, and i have nothing to write about.
brussels, 73km away. i guess i’ll just have to read instead.
sorry for my writers block.
moby