After more than 36 hours of seasickness, I refused to get back on board this vessel after we had arrived at Benodet, France. The name of the boat was apt as I had nothing but disdain for it since it rolled like a pig in a trough. Hideous.
Daddy was surprisingly understanding, game me some pocket money and I hitched my way back up to St Malo, enjoyed some beach time and eventually caught the ferry back to Portsmouth.
