Anyway, here's Alice waiting to be loaded (as cargo) onto the ferry in Calais:
These are our papers. Alice's had to be faxed someplace for authorization to enter the UK, which was a little touch-and-go since the vet in SF filled out all her forms using the American date format:
This is the Hoverspeed waiting area. Let's just say this ain't the Eurostar...
Once on the ferry (which departed over an hour late and took much longer to get across to Dover because one of the engines was broken) I passed out. Alice was somewhere in the cargo hold. I did drag myself out onto the deck to take a look at the white cliffs of Dover:
Here's the gangway at Dover. Kinda reminded me of the Seattle Public Library, but maybe I was just delirious...
Anyhow, we just made it onto a direct train to Victoria Station where Steven met us for the cab ride back to Penzance Place. In Calais, the Hoverspeed hat lady told me that if I was going to be doing any more traveling with the cat I should get a Pet Passport. I told her there would be no more traveling with the cat.
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