Back to France
Packed and repacked. I still reckon I am carrying way too much and would love to travel with just a change of clothes and a credit card, but alas, I am stuck with all this stuff. Loaded it onto Henry and he groaned. Surprisingly, it all fitted without too much effort. Headed off to Crawley to try to get some bar ends, which I should have done during the week. They didn't have the ones I needed so will have to try a Vespa dealer in France. Meanwhile Henry is very light in the frontend and protests every time we go around a roundabout.
I went the pretty way back to Four Marks and this time did not get lost. Spent the afternoon with Naomi and Tania and the kids and then went down to Southampton for Noah's swimming lesson. From there it is only a short drive to Portsmouth but once again, I missed the turn and ended up in suburbia. Still made the ferry with plenty of time to spare, and as the bikes are loaded first, I was onboard, unpacked and settled into the restaurant before all the campers were loaded. My room was the furthest point from where the bike was parked but I only had to lug the topbox and not the rest of my bags. As it's an overnight crossing, I bought a room - the alternative being sitting up in a chair all night and I am way beyond that sort of backpacker mentality. The only rooms left were four berths for �60. I could have rented out the other three beds and made my money back. Seems silly that they don't sell "shared" rooms (youth hostel style) for a cheaper price. I'm sure all the people in those uncomfortable chairs would have paid a small price for a bed.
After dinner I went on deck till the sun went down then went to see what movies were on. I spent the last of my UK pounds on M&Ms and watched The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel which was not too bad. I was exhausted and slept really well.
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