Yesterday we had sun. Today the morning had rocketed up to a blistering 15 degrees C/ 60F, only 5 knots of wind, and humidity down to 50%. Positively sub-tropical bliss, inspiring me to insanely rush onto the balcony, nothing between my bare-ass naked butt and the all glories of nature. Adventure! And Danger!
Yeah, too much information. I was intensely glad our balcony can't be seen from adjacent cabins.
Today we did: pretty much nothing.
Coffee on Deck 5, chatting to Colleen and Larry, a couple of retired teachers from Southern California with a 6 acre property outside of Los Angeles.
Dinner with Carol and Wayne, a couple of retired teachers from British Columbia, with a 16 acre property about outside of Vancouver.
What is it with us and retired teachers with massive landholdings?
Between coffee and dinner we managed another science lecture in the Princess Theatre by Dr Ray, this one on tsunamis, a hot dog for lunch near our much-loved covered pool area, quite a bit of reading (Emma is well and truly into "The Girl Who Played With Fire", book two of the "Girl With The Dragon Tattoo" trilogy, and Emma had a pedicure.
Of course Emma saw more dolphins. Her animal-fu is strong.
Still, we didn't really do much of anything. I guess this might be our personal best for "doing nothing", and despite our near-total inertia once again we stumbled into bed, exhausted, around 10pm.
In fairness we were assisted by a couple bottles of red wine between four people. And a fairly hefty dinner.
We joined Carol and Wayne in their cabin (easily spotted by the Canadian flag and pencil outside their cabin) for a pre-dinner drink, and chatted away. Emma and Carol had met on the first morning of our cruise, and found out they'd also been on the same Sun Princess cruise we took five years ago. We need to check out old photos and see if we can spot them.
I've never seen such organised travellers. I hadn't realised the cabin bulkheads were metal; a few fridge magnets = instant bulletin board. Clever.
And Carol showed us some whizz-bang plastic organising thingy that holds all their cosmetics, toiletries and drugs.
(The latter is something Emma and I notice is increasingly important; this trip we've brought enough antihistamines, pain killers, Mylanta antacid tablets, and so on, enough to stock a small drug store. Getting older sucks.)
We chatted like old friends over a bottle of Aussie red, and at dinner over an Italian red. It's not hard to talk to people on a cruise ship, but some people you click with even more than others. They were in that category.
Dinner was in the Santa Fe room (faux New Mexican decor, a design decision I won't even pretend to understand), and the pate, chicken fajitas and neapolitan ice cream in puff pastry took my "I've eaten too much" total to something like 17 meals since boarding the ship.
Which gave me more Danger! and Adventure! This time seeing if I could survive the night on only one Mylanta. What a daredevil.
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