Random performances of noctural snoring techniques proved we are all as talented as each other, despite protestations to the contrary.
Stirrings at 07.20, followed by road testing of my Bruzor, led to one small shaving cut, to remind me of the fresh blade, otherwise successful.
Careful choreography in our very confined cabin left us washed, clothed and ready for breakfast, with no shared trouser legs. The appetising colours of the grapefruits, orange, pineapple and other fruits belied their lack of flavour and all shared a similar texture. I certainly had my quota for the day, but not convinced that there were any nuritional benefits. You would imagine that the British would have perfected the art of tea making, even on board a ferry. Polystyrene cup, PG bag in steel teapot, and several drizzles of hot water to start the brew. What could possibly go wrong? ......Pouring! At first we assumed John A was just careless as he sprinkled the table. Peter demonstrated the correct technique, with the same unfortunate result. I learned from these observations, and watered the floor instead. John Y, with confident gleam in his eyes, swift flick of the wrist, started a cascade of perfectly aimed tea. Early success was thwarted at the final flourish of the backstroke, with a reliable puddle flooding as before. Note to self: design stainless steel teapot spout that actually works, rather than just posing.
Whale and Dolphin watching was the order of the day, with a small pod of Dolphins spotted early on. This taster left John A and myself scanning the waves, but little more was spotted. Good oportunity to chat with fellow spotters, Czech archtect Milan being an interesting conversationalist.
Peter and I went to investigate the Posh Bar, with a walkthrough clad in our vibrant yellow jackets. Toffee-nosed noses were turned and peered down, from invisible ivory towers. I couldn't resist a repeat lap to outstare the condescending smirks. We shall leave them to preen, and enjoy the honesty of less pretentious bars.
2 comments:
While you were all sailing the high seas I was learning Armenian dancing- great fun ! Glad all goes well- take care and may the Irish blessing be with you all.
I see that you are approaching your quality control survey with enthusiasm. Keep it up. I don't think you would like the posh bars. the expression on thir faces comes from sitting on pointed stools.
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