Catching the early ferry from Rostock to Trelleborg, is always a struggle. It means waking up at 5am for a start. Without coffee. It’s then a matter of navigating the convoluted circles that ensure you are driving on the correct road to the port. Still without coffee. But, it was all successfully accomplished with only a modicum of driver irritation at the navigational idiocy coming from the passenger seat. And we boarded the ferry straight away.
Obviously, we headed straight for the café where the girls immediately made themselves at home on the lounge and I chased down a much needed cup of coffee.
After a couple of hours, I was told by a somewhat officious ferry woman that the dogs should be on the floor. So that’s where I spent the rest of the journey, with them on my lap.
At one point, Emma decided to poo on the floor. I think it was her way of telling the woman what she thought of the lounge embargo.
But, mostly, it was a long and dull journey. I managed lots of reading and cups of coffee, but, basically, we waited for six hours before finally returning to our beloved Sweden.
(Mirinda insists on calling it her beloved Sweden, so I’m repeating it to make sure there’s a permanent record.)
And what a joy it was hitting the E6, followed by the E4 as we headed north. Not so much traffic, easy driving, the works. It was a lovely run all the way up to the Rasta Hotel in Värnamo.
Mirinda had this idea that rather than stay at the Småland Hotel as usual, we’d try somewhere different. Turns out, the hotel at Värnamo is almost identical to the one at Småland. As is the restaurant. Hey ho.
Still, there’s an Espresso House next door, which makes up for a lot.
It’s brilliant to be back.
Tomorrow Trosa.
