I survived the crossing.
Driving to Marseille through one of Provence’s spectacular storms made for a dramatic start to my Corsican journey. The Gods did take pity on me and while the heavens might have been lashing out the seas remained calm and friendly. The Napolean Bonaparte is a means to an end; she is a way to travel to Corsica with your own car. The Napolean Bonaparte is not part of the Cunard line of luxury boats and she is no Queen Mary 2.
Having said that, sleeping overnight on this massive people mover was kind of fun.
The embarquement was long…lots of waiting as hundreds of cars snaked their way into the cavernous hull. Once on board and with the car parked we found our cabin – a navigational challenge as cabins and levels were many. Bunk beds, our own little bathroom and a porthole…meant that our home away from home was perfectly comfortable for a night on the seas. First off I wanted to explore, I attempted to discover the bateau and figure out what was happening where and when. I like to know all the possibilities. ….This inquisitive and child like side of my nature has never really changed.
As luck would have it the calm seas meant my night was not spent propping up the bar in the Galaxie room.
After a good dinner and a couple of glasses of delicious Corsican vino I was happy to put my head on the pillow, listen to the hum of the engines and drift off to sleep.
The next thing I knew we were there, just off the coast of Corsica and ready to dock in Ajaccio… xv