The journey begins

Dear all,

Today started early, when I left school together with an coach filled with first graders (avec mon petit frere), which I was supposed to supervise during their school trip to Blijdorp zoo in Rotterdam. When the students had all set off to complete their assignments about all the different zoo animals, the supervisors decided to enjoy a cup of coffee/tea. Luckily when some of the supervisors that did not posses any background in the biological sciences, tried to crush the small black ants that had started to walk over the table, this was prevented by the biologists. This made a couple of small worker-ants extremely happy. When the caffiene had hit everybody's system the supervisors set of to explore the zoo and ,when necesarry, help the students with their assignments. First we all enjoyed watching a young polarbear try to eat people under water, unfortunatly for this polarbear there was thick layer of glass preventing him from doing so. This once again established the fact that polarbears do not seem to posses complex reasoning and observational abilities. While walking through the zoo we were hit by an extremely nasty odor, originating from a rather teritorial maned wolf. Next we were informed by a little sign that this smell had actually been the cause of a search warrant being issued by the police to look signs of hemp cultivation, however as stated before this smell was originating from the maned wolf.
When all the first graders left the zoo, I set out to the Hook of Holland where I boarded the rather big, or to be more precise huge, or to be more precise gigantious Stena Britannica, the ferry on which I currently reside. The ship has just started to sail to Harwich and will arrive there at 5:30 (Greenwich time zone) tomorrow morning. I will thus have to sleep on the ship, there is just one question remaining, why dear National Geograpic magazine did you just publish a magnificient issue of your marvelous magzine containing a feature article on the Titanic disaster....