After having to rely on complete morons who promised us they'd have our accommodation sorted - on Wednesday, then on Thursday when we asked again, then on Friday morning when we arrived in Brussels.... and then in the afternoon (neither of us speak French and the local person said he'd sort it) , well, he didn't and I ended up paying through the nose for a hotel we found at 11.30pm, it wasn't bad but... Anyway, slept so long we missed the breakfast. Went to the house of the local person, had a quick breakfast and headed to Bruge with 2 extra passengers. Anyway, after a day in Bruge, I was conscious (at 10pm) that our hotel in Brussels 120kms or so away would be calling and we'd got to find it - different hotel, without on-site parking, and check out by 11am and I wanted a decent kip. So I mentioned this and got told the other two didn't need a lift back. So, this riled me somewhat, especially as the people we'd come to see had decided they were leaving Brussels early doors in the morning for Paris. It meant I had to drive to Brussels to simply sleep there and head back to Calais.... well, as we hadn't paid for the hotel (and, as it turned out, they lost our reservation) we tried to find a hotel between Calais and Bruge, enlisting the help of friends in the UK with better Internet access , but to no avail. Adriana rang the Brussels place to tell them we were on our way but would be late as we appeared to have no choice. They'd lost our reservation.
So, I rang P&O, asked if I could change my reservation to the next possible ferry, did so, and I've absolutely charged down from Bruges to make it, rarely dropped below 95mph. Now sat waiting to board. Damn, I'll be glad to see my bed.
I'll also organise my own bloody hotels and not trust anyone else ever again to do it for me, nor will I go on holidays with that lot again!
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