"If you look like your passport photo, you're too ill to travel" - Will Kommen
So Wednesday 11th July saw us at sea for the day and chilling out as we travelled on to Germany. Our usual morning wake up call from the cabin next door prevented any sort of lie in, although it was in dire need and I knew that before the day was out I was going to fall asleep on a chair or sun-lounger somewhere on board the ship.
As we rose, showered and dressed for the day ahead there was little planned besides reading, sunbathing and drinking lots and lots of tea. It was a simple plan and after breakfast we headed back to the cabin to don bikini's and grab the books. We secured two sunbeds by the side of the pool but the weather, whilst dry and clear was just a tad too nippy to loose the extra layer of clothes and so we settled back to read with a mug of tea to keep the chill of the sea air at bay.
Before too long, I began to doze off as a headache settled behind my eyes. Content to do nothing else but catch up on some much needed sleep the two of us caught 40 winks, but didn't settle well enough to really get any sleep and so after about an hour of being out on deck we admitted defeat and wandered back to the cabin, a fresh cup of tea in hand and got changed again before heading to the Explorers Lounge to see if the scrabble board was free. It wasn't but the days trivia sheets were out and so we settled down with them to try and get our brains crunching numbers and unravelling clues for the crosswords.
The remainder of the morning passed in this fashion, interspersed with conversations with crew and other passengers. At a little before 1pm we made our way to the show lounge to watch some of the entertainment team perform swing classics in an afternoon cabaret; the added bonus being that it was the first of 2 shows Alistair was in that day.
We vacated the lounge to find some lunch and were settling down to food just as the Aftenoon Trivia kicked off. With little inclination to take part following our appalling attempts to date, we helped, where we could the other couple who were sharing our table.
The weather had failed to improve through the course of the morning and with little else to do, we headed back to our cabin to watch the afternoon movie, top up the nails - which were in sad need of new varnish and in my case - fall asleep. I'm not sure what Claire got up to, I think she snoozed as well, but whatever else can be said about the fact we needed an afternoon nap - we had managed a week and a half on about 5 and half hours of sleep a night - it made us feel a whole heap better and as we prepared for the evening on board, I for one was feeling a 100% better.
Taking less time than usual to get ready, we decided to go and have a cocktail or two before dinner and settled on one of our favourite sparkling wine concoctions which turns your tounge blue.
oops! lol! anyway...... dinner was its usual glorious affair where we ate too much. It was the night we finally hit the food wall! Desert was a struggle and the idea of having to carry on eating for the final few days on board was enough to make my waistline expand 2 inches at the very thought!
Nevertheless, we finished dining and made our way to the show lounge for Revival, a show which apparently never failed to get at least one complaint from a passenger. Very much based in Eighteenth Century American in a little town on the Bible Belt it was full of songs I adore, including Walking in Memphis (if you've never heard it then go listen....now!) Anyway, it was a great show that should be taken with a pinch of salt and in good humour and Claire and I certainly laughed our way through it. My only complaint was the final song....well, not so much the team's fault because it is simply the lyrics which are at fault, so I'm going to lay the blame at the feet of one Lord Webber. 'Light at the end of the tunnel' from Starlight Express was the final song, which basically says that thanks to James Watt the steam train had made it to America - this is historically inaccurate and drives me barmy! lol.
Anyway, after that total loss of direction and rant, it only remains to say that the show was fabulous and Alistair's American accent was shocking. lol!
We made a move to High Spirits and settled in for the night and to wait out the evening until Craig's Cabaret at 11. As every cabaret before him, Craig did a fantastic job and the selection was a wonderful mix of everything from Lionel Richie to Robbie Williams. Thankfully tonight, there was no technological faults.
Once the set was over, we ordered in whiskey and made our way out to deck where we settled down for a gossip with Alistair and checked he was still ok for dinner the following evening. A little after 1 we made our way back downstairs and were confronted by our towel creation of the night - Mr Snail, who we had serious problems photographing and so the trilogy of images was taken that would, the following night result in much hilarity as they became dubbed....
Good Snail
Bad Snail
Sexy Snail
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