8. Calais, France

once ashore
we pressed on to the train station
down a flight of stairs
and up a flight of stairs
me and my luggage were ready to part ways

when I finally made it up
I stood before not just one train
but row after row after row of trains

how was I ever going to find mine
no one spoke English
if I got on the wrong train
I could easily end up in the wrong country

so I took out my ticket
and started making my way down
at each row I stopped and showed my itinerary
until finally I got a nod

relieved, I hopped into the first car and stowed my luggage

7. over the water

I was expecting to be on the train non-stop for the next 24 hours
It wasn’t even two hours and the train came to a complete stop
everyone on the train disembarked
I sat there for a few minutes and looked out the window
clearly there was nowhere for the train to go
it looked like we were in a shipyard

grabbing my luggage I followed the crowd
where were we? Dover

note to self
there is a canal between England and the rest of Europe
we would be taking the ferry
fumbling for my ticket I managed to make my way onto the ferry

how was it, that on the train everyone spoke English
yet on the ferry, I couldn’t find a soul to communicate with
I had not the slightest clue what they were saying, where we were going,
how long it would take to get there, or what to do when we got there

the ride was about three and a half hours
I stood most of the time as there were not a lot of places to sit
most people were standing around talking and ordering food and drinks

finally we got to our destination
the maritime station in Calais, France