Day 24 - Calais to Dover

In the morning, we woke up in a completely fogged-up car. First, we aired it out. Then, coffee. We drank it right by the beach. Since we didn't have to catch the ferry right away, we walked along the beach for a bit. When we returned to the car, we realized that we didn't have as much time as we thought. The navigation system showed us a completely different route than the signs. In case of doubt, always trust the signs. And so, we almost arrived at the ferry terminals on time. There, our car was first circled by armed military guys before being waved through. Five meters further, we showed our passports for the first time, only to repeat it again ten meters further at the next booth. After that, our trunk was quickly searched, and then we could finally give our booking number at the next booth. Then, our car was circled once again. A crazy procedure (I had it every time I entered England) to get on the ferry. There, we dutifully pulled the handbrake - after all, you usually only make a mistake once. A quick stop at the coffee machine, and then we could finally enjoy a ferry crossing without any stops.

After an hour and a half, we could already see the white chalk cliffs of southern England. Without any further controls, we drove onto English soil on our 24th day. Driving on the left. Oh dear. Besides a few heartbeats of panic in the roundabout, everything went perfectly. We wanted to spend the rest of the day on the chalk cliffs and then go to the room in a bed and breakfast that we had booked beforehand.

The cliffs are really impressive. But we didn't want to get too close to the edge. Eventually, the heat of the sun had such a hold on us that we absolutely wanted to jump into the sea. But we couldn't find a beach anywhere, so we settled for the shower at Salisbury House, the bed and breakfast. Rarely has a shower felt so good. With anticipation for the bed, I'm now typing these last words and drinking black tea with milk (you have to adapt as a globetrotter).