- Oct 31, 2012
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Broken Link Removed Calais today, sat 3/10/15. Not nice.
This was taken from another site...........
I travelled back home today after a 2 week jaunt over to easternance. Had a lovely 2 weeks and a few days in Paris.
I wasn't prepared for getting into the Ferry Port.
At 0930 I travelled down the main autoroute towards the port with a constant flow of others. My motorhome was loaded with two kids ( 11 weeks and 3.5 yrs old) and my wife. Kayak on the roof, bikes locked on the rear rack.
The traffic started to slow between the last two junctions , just after the old Eastenders Wine and Beer company building.
To my horror I saw my TV SCREEN, Playing the daily news out through my windscreen. A hord of men walking slowly down the ever slowing motorway.
Doors locked. Windows up.
The group at first started trying to get into the horse box in front of me, really viciously trying to break the locks. Some of the group walked past me and centered their attention on an Irish artic, even standing in his way to make him stop. The driver just kept moving slowly in his crawler gear, so the mob decided to pull anything and everything from behind his cab, under his trailer and get his refer doors open.
At this point, my back door gets pinged, the wife screams, and I have intruders!
I just out my seat, to the back of the van to see a man trying to steal my bottle of coolant (leaking engine! ) .
I recover my coolant and get back in the van locking the door, at which point I see people running to the rear of my van.....
We try to keep moving but I realise I'm now carrying some extra passengers ( the wife's screams as she looks at them through the heki bubble).
My drivers windows are now being bashed into to get my bottle of drink in the cup holder, and every single person past me is trying the doors, windows, locker hatches.
Slowly work out to drive really slowly but closely to the Irish truck my right hand drive to his left hand drive, until we reach the road block. An orange truck strap was being used to stop everyone on the road and backed up with cones. The group,were allowing cars past, and taking a few seconds to get it ratcheted back up taught. I decided that I was off, so floored it, aimed at the man in the road and his cones and sent them flying.
By now I was LIVID.
At the start of the new fencing stood a group of police officers and a van.
I stopped and told them I had people on the roof. Drive on Monsieur !
So I did, for a hundred metres or so, stopped and now incensed, climbed my roof to remove my stow aways. The first decided my angry rankings were sufficient to jump, the second decided he was still going to try and hide in my kayak!
A slight scuffle and a few punches later, my last visitor was removed, by which point the Police man had arrived and told me to stop hitting him!
A check of the roof box found no more visitors, but they had broken one of the box locks and stolen some securing straps.
The crows near my van where very pleasant chanting " **** you, **** you **** you" repeatedly.
I drive on up the road to where another police was parked and I get waved on, past a few more hundred immigrants walking inside the secure area!
A few people ask in the queue if we are ok, and my 3 year old, still shaken from the experience continues to ask about the bad men.
Get to the port and there is a big queue. Border checks reveal that there are numerous intruders in the port area, that the Chunnel is closed after a late night invasion, and the in coming vessels are UN able to un-load due to the immigrants on the quayside.
It took my the majority of the crossing and a large coffee to calm me down.
I'm 38 and a decent sized lad, enough to think twice about when angry. What would happen to others not as aggressive / impulsive ?
When waiting in the port we queued up behind a German registered caravan. They were sticking their rear wind shut after it had been ripped open curtain torn and 6 people got in. They were panic stricken.
I hear stories about poor this and poor that. The people I encountered were not weak, starving people. They were fit and strong young aggressive men forcing their hands, mob rule style to get into the UK. There were no women or children, just young men, dressed for action.
I work long and hard hours to pay for my family holidays and these actions are not right. There isn't too much damage to my van, but the reputation of Calais had gone to the dogs. I've written to both the ferry company and town council for Calais, and replied to comments on a BBC WEB story about the Eurotunnel, but they don't want to know.
I wanted to share my interesting experience with you guys and remind you to lock up, close up and don't have anything valuable on offer.
My dash cam recorded it, but I left it running and after 10 minutes it wipes itself.
This was taken from another site...........
I travelled back home today after a 2 week jaunt over to easternance. Had a lovely 2 weeks and a few days in Paris.
I wasn't prepared for getting into the Ferry Port.
At 0930 I travelled down the main autoroute towards the port with a constant flow of others. My motorhome was loaded with two kids ( 11 weeks and 3.5 yrs old) and my wife. Kayak on the roof, bikes locked on the rear rack.
The traffic started to slow between the last two junctions , just after the old Eastenders Wine and Beer company building.
To my horror I saw my TV SCREEN, Playing the daily news out through my windscreen. A hord of men walking slowly down the ever slowing motorway.
Doors locked. Windows up.
The group at first started trying to get into the horse box in front of me, really viciously trying to break the locks. Some of the group walked past me and centered their attention on an Irish artic, even standing in his way to make him stop. The driver just kept moving slowly in his crawler gear, so the mob decided to pull anything and everything from behind his cab, under his trailer and get his refer doors open.
At this point, my back door gets pinged, the wife screams, and I have intruders!
I just out my seat, to the back of the van to see a man trying to steal my bottle of coolant (leaking engine! ) .
I recover my coolant and get back in the van locking the door, at which point I see people running to the rear of my van.....
We try to keep moving but I realise I'm now carrying some extra passengers ( the wife's screams as she looks at them through the heki bubble).
My drivers windows are now being bashed into to get my bottle of drink in the cup holder, and every single person past me is trying the doors, windows, locker hatches.
Slowly work out to drive really slowly but closely to the Irish truck my right hand drive to his left hand drive, until we reach the road block. An orange truck strap was being used to stop everyone on the road and backed up with cones. The group,were allowing cars past, and taking a few seconds to get it ratcheted back up taught. I decided that I was off, so floored it, aimed at the man in the road and his cones and sent them flying.
By now I was LIVID.
At the start of the new fencing stood a group of police officers and a van.
I stopped and told them I had people on the roof. Drive on Monsieur !
So I did, for a hundred metres or so, stopped and now incensed, climbed my roof to remove my stow aways. The first decided my angry rankings were sufficient to jump, the second decided he was still going to try and hide in my kayak!
A slight scuffle and a few punches later, my last visitor was removed, by which point the Police man had arrived and told me to stop hitting him!
A check of the roof box found no more visitors, but they had broken one of the box locks and stolen some securing straps.
The crows near my van where very pleasant chanting " **** you, **** you **** you" repeatedly.
I drive on up the road to where another police was parked and I get waved on, past a few more hundred immigrants walking inside the secure area!
A few people ask in the queue if we are ok, and my 3 year old, still shaken from the experience continues to ask about the bad men.
Get to the port and there is a big queue. Border checks reveal that there are numerous intruders in the port area, that the Chunnel is closed after a late night invasion, and the in coming vessels are UN able to un-load due to the immigrants on the quayside.
It took my the majority of the crossing and a large coffee to calm me down.
I'm 38 and a decent sized lad, enough to think twice about when angry. What would happen to others not as aggressive / impulsive ?
When waiting in the port we queued up behind a German registered caravan. They were sticking their rear wind shut after it had been ripped open curtain torn and 6 people got in. They were panic stricken.
I hear stories about poor this and poor that. The people I encountered were not weak, starving people. They were fit and strong young aggressive men forcing their hands, mob rule style to get into the UK. There were no women or children, just young men, dressed for action.
I work long and hard hours to pay for my family holidays and these actions are not right. There isn't too much damage to my van, but the reputation of Calais had gone to the dogs. I've written to both the ferry company and town council for Calais, and replied to comments on a BBC WEB story about the Eurotunnel, but they don't want to know.
I wanted to share my interesting experience with you guys and remind you to lock up, close up and don't have anything valuable on offer.
My dash cam recorded it, but I left it running and after 10 minutes it wipes itself.