There was a drunken sailor…

 

A boat/ferry never looked so good. Do you see that small white car sitting this side of a white camper in the middle of the photo? That’s not us but the black vehicle behind it is. One has to be in line 2 hours before sailing but we were there 2.5 hours early just to be on the safe side. The boat in the background is our ferry. For some reason it wasn’t sailing full today. Your super sleuth (a.k.a. person with nothing else to do) got the following info… there were 346 passengers on board/1,000 possible; 418 autos, 15 campers, 33 tractor trailers, & 24 drop trailers (those without the tractor part)/ possible is 2,840 lane meters of vehicles which can be any combo. This means the person or computer doing the booking has to be considerably more adept at math than John G. or the person with average math skills. The weight also has to be evenly distributed. And the vehicles are distributed over 6 floors. It’s a wonder they can get it loaded or unloaded in 2 hours!

As to the staff, they work 12 hour shifts for 15 days straight, never leaving the boat; then they get 2 weeks off. I asked what they would do for example this weekend when the ferries have been canceled because of Fiona. The answer was deep clean the boat. I hope they get paid well.

This was our view for most of the day except for a couple of things. The water you see is relatively calm, something that couldn’t be said for most of the trip when anyone moving around looked like a drunken sailor. At one point while we were having lunch a wave crashed over the front of the boat sending our water glasses flying and we could hear things crashing in the kitchen. Luckily there weren’t many of those waves! Back to the photo… Just above the water line is Nova Scotia and there’s also a bit of sun trying to break through in the sky above. Today was Judy’s birthday so finally making it back to the mainland was the perfect gift.

Word of the day… whizgigging = boisterous, silly laughing; whispering & giggling in such a way as to annoy, especially old people. 

Sounds like this was meant to apply to the antics of children, but we certainly felt like doing a bit of whizgigging ourselves when we safely debarked in Nova Scotia!