Journey home from Cardiff
Picture some very very sore heads….. Crap weather, the sun has gone. We’re all a bit wrecked. Our ferry is due to leave Pembroke at 2:30am, to get in Rosslare at 6:30 and I’m due to go straight to Dublin and work. I’m bollixed.
So we get a text saying our ferry is now leaving at 6:30 instead, balls! We were the first crowd due to go back, except, Maire gets a text saying her ferry that she’s due to get the next day is now going same time as ours. Most strange. Getting the paper work out, she went red. Turns out. She’d in fact misread the 24 hour clock, so than fuck in her case she got a text or she’d have missed it 
Down to Pembroke we went, joined the queues at 4 am! lordie! Only time I’ve ever been up at that our is when I’m falling in home from a club! We don’t get on board till close to 7am. Roughest crossing known to man! Green faces does not cover it! DYING! We get to Rosslare. Well outside of it, nice captain man tells us, nope can’t dock, too dangerous, lets just sit out here on the windy nasty sea and get greener while he waits to see what he’s told to do.
……………………… We wait, in the end Captain of the ship of the green passengers says fuck it he’s not waiting any longer, it’s now close to 11am, and we are going to sail up to Dublin port……
More time on the nasty ship 
I’m dying at this stage! choppy choppy waters, people walking and falling over, no it’s not the drinks fault this time it’s the sea! Except for kids, they could run everywhere and remain standing, resilient little buggers.
We finally dock in Dublin port. In a port that’s not able for our ship, we get towed in. We’ve to REVERSE off the ship for a bit do a U turn and drive off! Yes only in Ireland do they encourage folks who’ve not slept in day to attempt to reverse off a ship! I’m back in Dublin at least. Short trip along the Quays. Home. BED
We’re planning next year already! FLIGHTS this time 