We discovered that we would be sharing the enormous ferry with around fifty bikers from a chopper club, and made our way on board surrounded by chrome, apehanger handlebars, and popping exhausts. We found our cabin, with its large porthole and a lower berth wide enough to sleep two, dumped our luggage, and hit the bar, where I asked for jenever.
"Double? And a Heineken chaser?" asked the friendly barman. I accepted the former and declined the latter, and we stood shivering on deck to watch the port recede before heading for our berth.
Miles: 89 (Howard did considerably more)