29th to 30th of August, 2017.
To get in the British Ferries they just checked our passport and the boarding ticket and let us go.
When I checked the folder with the information about the attractions available, I realize that this is a very fancy ferry. Swimming pool in my level, cinema, spa, restaurants, bars and coffees.
The place where I reserved a seat looks like a room cinema as well: lines and lines of comfortable reclining chairs. The oldest and smartest backpackers took two nice places to lie down their camping mattresses and sleeping bags. By completely luck, or just because I was perhaps the first one to reserve a seat, mine was in front, beside the wall, so I had some space for my stuff, freedom do go in and out without disturb anyone, and also some space to lie down my camping mattress.
I probably was the first passenger to take a shower. I washed my closes and put them outside to dry as the same with my boots (but because of the smell).
I buy a Heineken, take my Doritos and go to the outside deck to enjoy the view while having my dinner. The wind is too crazy! I stay as long as I can but after a piece of Doritos hit an elderly lady in the face (she was OK and when I told her that was a Doritos she even laughed), I decide to go back inside.
I talk a little with Kevin: a kind of traveler as well, who enjoy looking for whales and dolphins while in a ferry, and who brought a bottle of wine that he gently offered me a bit and I accepted, of course. He lives in England but also have a house near Santander.
I had planned to go for a night swim but unfortunately they close the pool. Pff!
When I go to the restaurant, I see this guy singing. He is not that good but since I am here, why not? I take another beer, a Guinness this time, pick a place hidden but near the stage, to hear and see him. Unfortunately, he just sing a few more songs, Then a horrible magician comes after. He reminds me those nice ones that I saw in Cork, at street performance’s day. After almost one hour of suffering, I am rewarded with three sisters who are completely amazing! I cannot remember their names now, I remember only that they are very young, with a gorgeous voice and attitude. Also extremely beautiful with their black power hairs and shining clothes. And outside of the stage they had this great own style and also were very kind and lovely. Just because of them the ferry worth it.
When they finish, and the guy came back, I decided take another drink. I was in doubt of another beer or a Piña Colada. I thought that since I could be dead in the other day or being deported I would prefer taste for a last time a Piña Colada than another beer. The girls at the bar did not look so happy in have to prepare a drink at that time and I do not know if was that or the drink itself that was just bad but I had to make some effort to finish. Reading this it sounds like I am a drunk, does not? Funny. I actually drink very rarely.
I think I could sleep a bit and clearly I did not die.
In the morning I take the British breakfast but bacon and sausage. I am finishing my last Pounds so that is why I am buy all these stuff. To finish them all, I even had 3 delicious French Crepes! Caramel, Lemon and Chocolate!
I planned everything that I thought I would have to say in the immigration and I even deleted my last month historic on my laptop. With everything packed I was not that nervous but of course I was concern with what could happen to me.
Most of the people in front of me were from Europe so the immigration man just take a look in their passports and let them pass.
When my time came, he took it my passport, said “Brazil, hãm…” then he checked the date I arrived in UK (but since I had no stamps from Ireland he did not know I spent the last three months there) and said that I could just stay in Spain for 90 days. Then he asked if I had a hotel reservation, I answer that yes, in Barcelona. He stamped my passport and let me go. Just like this. Did not ask to see anything that I bring with me: statement, money, hotel reservation, healthy insurance or even my back ticket. I was going out of the station, cheering to they do not coming after me and almost not believing that I was in Spain.
It is raining. I cross the street. I wait under a newspaper stand while I check the directions. I am free.
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