31st May 2012
30.05.2012 - 31.05.2012
Laura wanted to swim and since the entire beach front was occupied with large hotels we went into one and asked could we use their bit of beach; their answer was yes.
From there we had to pass Tunis and continue north. We had visited Cape Agulhas, the most southerly point in Africa and so we felt we ought to have a bash at getting to the most northerly point. We drove through the town of Bizaret and continued along the road until we came to an end, we knew we were still a few kilometres short of the tip, but between us and it was a national park and Redvers could certainly go no further. We had done our best; we’d gone east to west in the south. We’d completed Cape to Cairo in the middle and we’d now done south to north. The time had come; it was time to go home.
We spent a few hours at the beach eating ice cream, cherries and peaches until our bellies hurt and our fingers were sticky. We found the ferry office, collected out boarding cards, had a discussion with a money changer about a graph of profitability plotted against increasing greed and passed slowly and protractedly through several layers of customs checks and cross checks and rechecks and then drove off the continent of Africa and onto the GNV Excelsior; our ship to Europe.
As we walked to find our seats we spotted a plan of the ship and on it were a swimming pool, discotheque and several cafes and bars. Laura was so excited that her mind was running away; cocktails, sunshine and swimming pools fitted her bill nicely and I was yellow carded for being a grump when I said they may not be as she imagined. Upstairs at our seats the promotional video was running and displayed two beautiful young couples in their swim wear sat at the side of the pool heads arched back in laughter. It was too much for Somers. She cracked. She grabbed the car keys and ran back down to Redvers to retrieve her costume, sunglasses, three bottles of sun cream and a towel. On her way back she nipped across to find the pool cordoned off, netted over and without a single drop of water inside it. As it turned out, the disco too was closed, as was the bar and all but one of the cafes.
It was eleven o’clock; we were in the cheap seats as cabins had been beyond the meagre remnants of our now distressed looking budget. Fortunately, there were a lot of cheap seats. I stretched out across four and Laura took two; and then the snoring chorus began.