|Dinner on a Norway Line ferry, 1985|
On my regular trawl through my old diaries, I recently found this receipt from dinner on a Norway Line ferry which (to the best of my knowledge, may my mother correct me if I’m wrong) would have been on a trip from Bergen in Norway to the UK. (In case you’re wondering, what I remember about Bergen is playing badminton at the caravan park!)
Judging both from the fact that I kept this receipt and my memories of many (perfectly tasty) homecooked meals in our campervan, I suspect that part of the thrill of catching ferries was the chance to have a bought meal. A six-month trip meant we were careful with money and “ate in” most of the time, but a ferry was a chance to splash out. And have a couple of drinks, apparently, and I wonder if it was my sister or I that had the extra orange juice?
I found this old postcard of what was presumably our ferry stuck into my diary too. To this day I’m curious about car ferries and the procedures for getting cars and vans onto them and I guess I got to know about this during our campervanning days in Europe.
P.S. Bonus points if someone can tell me how the ferry’s wait staff calculated the bill. Where did they get 17.50 from? I guess if we were overcharged, 27 years passing makes it a little too late to complain.