The Thursday evening before the Easter weekend, saw family Kiwidutch and friends head towards to the Dutch island of Texel.
We are travelling separately from our friends, and we know from communication earlier in the day that they will be leaving later than we did.
As soon as it becomes apparent that traffic for the boat has built up not just in front of us but also now stretched out far behind us, we phone them to tell them to expect a long wait at the ferry.
They change their plans slightly as a result, electing to travel up in one go with their small children and spend any down-time for their kids to stretch their legs whilst also waiting in the queue here.
As it turns out they manage to get the sailing after ours so are pleased because then they can just make it to the accommodation in daylight hours, so everything works out perfectly. We have hired two different houses of different sizes so they are in the same rough area but not together. Eventually the line of cars move and we find ourselves through the check-in area and driving on to the ferry. Our long vehicle is squeezed into the far end… time to get out and look around.