Port of Cardiff

Today, we drove the five hours from North Yorkshire to Cardiff to join the Good Ship Marco Polo.

The port of Cardiff isn’t a lot to write home about; the ‘Cruise Terminal’ seemed to be of the temporary, pop-up marquee variety that might feasibly be folded up once the ship has departed, only to be unfolded and popped-up again on our return.

On the plus-side, I was impressed with the car parking which was situated right alongside the marquee, making embarkation smooth and swift.

As it turned out, it was a good thing the car parking was close and easily accessible. No sooner had we been checked in and settled into out cabin than I noticed that I’d left my phone in the van. Retrieving it turned out not to be a major problem, but I couldn’t help thinking about how dreadfully inconvenient it would have been If I hadn’t have noticed it as early as I did (I don’t think the ship would have turned around and gone back for me to pick it up).

I’m writing this quickly while I still have a signal, watching the Port of Cardiff slip by as we head towards the open sea. We have two sea days ahead of us as we sail up the East side of the UK; our first port stop will be in the Faroe Islands on Saturday.

And so the adventure begins…