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You were picked up at Dover by the mini-bus. I was already on-board with three others. You came and then two more climbed aboard and the driver /guide drove on to the ferry. He parked some place and we walked along to the bar on the upper deck. You eyed all of us and I guess we eyed you, trying to suss you and each other out. Two Polish women stood together(mother and daughter), a young teacher, a Yorkshire lass, you and I sat together at a table; the driver went off with two others and played pool. Even then people paired off. You stuck near me, avoiding others if you could. Once we landed in Belgium we drove to the first base camp. No tents. We had to spend the first night stuck in a caravan. Men slept on the floor in sleeping bags the women on the beds in the back. Not a good start to the trip. We boozed that first night and ate in the base camp restaurant. I slept bad on the floor of the caravan: there wasn't much room to move around and someone gave out a snoring sound.
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Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 11:39 AM UTC
Off From Dover 1974
You were picked up at Dover by the mini-bus. I was already on-board with three others. You came and then two more climbed aboard and the driver /guide drove on to the ferry. He parked some place and we walked along to the bar on the upper deck. You eyed all of us and I guess we eyed you, trying to suss you and each other out. Two Polish women stood together(mother and daughter), a young teacher, a Yorkshire lass, you and I sat together at a table; the driver went off with two others and played pool. Even then people paired off. You stuck near me, avoiding others if you could. Once we landed in Belgium we drove to the first base camp. No tents. We had to spend the first night stuck in a caravan. Men slept on the floor in sleeping bags the women on the beds in the back. Not a good start to the trip. We boozed that first night and ate in the base camp restaurant. I slept bad on the floor of the caravan: there wasn't much room to move around and someone gave out a snoring sound.
TerryCollett
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Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 11:39 AM UTC
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