It seems that London is really just a small black-hole, whereby the further away you drive, the faster things move relatively speaking. Of course, if you actually take that from a physics point of view it doesn’t really work, as time is relative to the observer – someone in the black-hole sees time moving at the same rate, but to someone outside of the black-hole, the person within the black-hole is moving much more slowly. So let’s just say that London is a black-hole except your frame of reference is from outside of the… moving on!
Once we were on the M20, we were able to up our speed average, and since this car wasn’t incredibly underpowered like the Fiesta was, we could actually maintain 70mph. In fact, in Germany, we were even able to exceed 100mph, but that’s a story for a later post. At this point, it was pretty much a toss-up whether we’d get there before 8pm, a rough estimate given our speed and the amount of time we had claimed that it would be possible, but, only if we didn’t encounter any more slow traffic, diversions, road blocks… you know, those things that litter every major road in the UK.
With about 50 miles to go, at around 7pm, we decided that instead of rushing, we’d drive safely and steadily at the speed limit, stop somewhere for some food and to buy groceries, and then catch our later ferry. There’s a service area on the M20 that has a McDonalds inside it, and so with the sun slowly going down outside we pulled off the road to get some much-needed leg time, and food, along with more car snacks and caffeine. By 7:30 we were back on the road again, and rushing headlong into a tailback of epic proportions that would thwart any hopes we had of buying supplies before boarding the ferry.
20 miles outside Dover, I began to get that feeling that occurs when everything is moving at the same speed, but you’ve noticed a higher concentration of cars around, which can mean only one thing: you’re about to come to a dead stop in traffic in the next mile or two. Which is exactly what happened as we got to the exit for the channel tunnel. After 20 minutes or so of crawling along, and with an exit slowly approaching, Azemute checked maps on his phone and we called it. We’d get off here and take the back roads into Dover. It was 9pm; if this traffic stayed like this and we didn’t take the opportunity to get out of it, there was no way we were going to make that ferry…