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both thought was a very reasonable price. The ferry we boarded, The Pride of Canterbury, was amazing. It was just like I imagine a cruise ship to be, minus the pools, rooms and entertainment stages. Food courts, arcades, bars and lots of comfortable seating were all around. A bottle of Coca-Cola was unfortunately over 2 pounds, however. We took in Dover's famous white cliffs as we sailed away, which were completely breathtaking. It was a bright and sunny day on the English Channel.

Reaching France, our journey took a turn for the worse.
A shabby bus took us into the town center, where we had to find a train station. This was extraordinarily hard due to the fact that neither Jay nor I speak any French beyond basic pleasantries. We managed to catch up with two British gentlemen who had

exited the bus with us a few minutes prior and asked them several questions. Most importantly, we asked how to get to a train station in Calais. After some uncertainty, we finally got some answers from someone in a hotel. We stood around in the Calais train station for three hours, trying to decipher the French, trying to find our way to Normandy, trying to salvage our sojourn. We became so frustrated that we just decided to cut our losses and catch a ferry back to Dover that night. Finally, after being lost in Dover for about an hour and