6:55pm: Harwich International: Not much going on, but like riding the train to get here reminded me of NJ Transit, except cleaner, quieter and generally more pleasant, Harwich International (pronounced “harritch”) is a port and looks like a port. Elizabeth, NJ, but older. Everything’s older out here. Myself included.

Rumor has it there’s internet access on the boat itself, which I’ll hope to board in about three hours’ time, so this stuff can actually get posted, and though I don’t quite know how to get from Hoek van Holland, where the Stena Line ferry lets me off at I don’t know what time in the morning, to Tilburg, there’s not much I can do to figure it out now. This place connects to a train station, I can only assume the other side does as well, and if not, there’s always a cab to get to one. So there you go.

I need sleep. By the time I board this boat, I will have been traveling for over 24 hours, and that’s more than enough for what should have taken less than half of that. Airborne ash from Icelandic volcanoes. Who would believe it?

I have neither earplugs, a place to shower, nor an outlet converter to plug in this laptop or my phone, so communications might be sparse until I can get myself situated, but fuck it, they were sparse anyway.

Harritch. I ate a sandwich at the Harritch (spelled “Harwich”) Café not too long ago, and some crisps and a candy bar. Hey, I’m going on a cruise. I can indulge a little.

They’re saying  they don’t know when the volcanoes are going to stop erupting. If my flight Monday is canceled and I have to stay in Amsterdam, I’m getting to a hotel as fast as possible and sleeping as long as possible. That is all.

Tags: Roadburn, The Netherlands, UK

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