They discovered the others in the pub/café/restaurant still sitting at the table, while a certain member of the group, who shall remain name less (unmentionable), was haggling over what he believed to be an overcharge on his bill of two and a half pence.
Meanwhile Toddy was still recovering from his first sight of the sexy, black stocking-
"How about that", he gasped, his breath coming in short pants, "a whole week teaching fourteen year old school girls, and then I'm confronted with her!'
John and Mick, now stationed at the bar, had fallen into conversation with a drunken Belgian, who spoke Flemish, while Mick tried his French. The object of this game was to see how long you can talk in a foreign language without getting your head beaten in.
Finally they tired of the sport with the Belgian, and turned their attention to the waitress, who, they had been told, had not spoken a word all night. They tried 'Hello, how are you?' etc., in English, Polish, Scouse, French, Spanish, Italian, Erse and German, but without success. Ah well, you can't win them all!
Now it was time to return to the van, and, somewhat unsteadily, drive to the port. Customs and passport inspections were again brief as, to the strains of "God save the Queen' and 'Rule Britannia', they took up position in the car park, and waited to be directed onto the ship.
However, the Dutchmen's suspicions were soon allayed when they started a sing song, and were pleasantly surprised to find John and Mick joining in. A barrage of English and Dutch conviviality flew across the bar for over an hour, until the two heroes decided to leave in search of the rest of the gang.
After some twenty minutes, our heroes unanimously decided, "This is bo-