...queuing for hours to get through Border Control, crammed into a glorified cattle truck for hours with screaming kids and an assortment of a**eholes and charged extra for being 5 milligrams over the weight in my case.
Thank God for the tunnel.
Turn up more or less on time, number plate recognition, get me exhaust photographed, someone waves some magic device around the car looking for the scent of marijuana, waved into a truck for 40 minutes then off down a French motorway which has, typically, b*gger all on it.
No contest really
Thank God for the tunnel.
Turn up more or less on time, number plate recognition, get me exhaust photographed, someone waves some magic device around the car looking for the scent of marijuana, waved into a truck for 40 minutes then off down a French motorway which has, typically, b*gger all on it.
No contest really