Our Canal Tour Boat, about to go under the skinny bridge in Amsterdam.
Although I talked yesterday about having a massage, I didn’t mention how effective it was. I think it might have worked better, but circumstances were beyond my control.
Today though, was our voyage home. Our Tour Manager had returned to escort us back to the UK. Our bags were sorted and taken to loading point, all we had to do was see them stowed away and get on the coach. Yes, for us the rail strike went ahead, and we were coached to Eurostar, Brussels. The journey took about three hours, and like France, Belgium likes to put its important stations in the most awkward spots they can think of. This all went very smoothly though.
There was a brief moment of confusion when The Tour Manager had to retrace steps to recover a slow-walking member of the group. We quickly recovered though and had very smooth trip through The Chunnel.
Not after 5:30 pm we were sat having a nice cup of tea and letting all and sundry that were safely home.
I think I’ll save any thoughts I have on the holiday; river cruising in general and this trip in particular to tomorrow’s post.
Bills Posts 