Sunday, 19 April 2015

Saturday 18/4/2015 Day 102 Sea Day, mid-Mediterranean

Most of today we have been sailing in a straight line westwards, just north of the Tunisian and Algerian coastlines.  Although there’s freshness in the air in the morning it becomes very easy to sit in the warm sun by mid-morning and enjoy coffee and views of the endless peaceful sea, still very flat and smooth.

We did the early morning art class today so we could finish our Samoan warrior dancers, and learn how to create the impression of muscles by lightening and darkening different areas of our dancer’s chest and arms. Although I have managed to create shade and muscle effect, somehow my subject’s body doesn’t have the bulk required to look fierce.  Puny would be the best way to describe it – like one of those adverts for “before” boot camp, in need of nutritional advice. I might have to mess with it to save embarrassment.  Khachik’s on the other hand is just like a Samoan warrior : )




This afternoon became our alternative time for the gym.  Our own strong muscles are almost back to normal after the 39 laps, so we did 45 minutes cardio, a long yoga practce and then more stretching in the hot tub.   We were actually bobbling about for an hour as the water was hot and protected us from any cool breezes. 

At 5 we had drinks in the cabin with Jim, Judy, Phil and Debbie.  Always a treat, and always a thoughtful unexpected gift from Judy, like delicious Arcadia fudge last week, and tonight glossy cruise photos,  sunscreen and a very large glass of ginger beer.  I have developed a liking for ginger beer on these occasions with loads of ice, and today Judy shared her last bottle with me.  It’s been lovely having these pre-dinner get-togethers, getting to know each other even more and making plans to meet up again in the future and holiday in Australia.

Last but one Black Ties dinner - I will miss these.  the men don't feel the same at our table.  they feel restricted by the bow ties and sharp suits! The soft focus photos were lovely though.


Our entertainment after dinner tonight was an  American singer, a young man who really impressed us with his guitar, piano and ukulele as well as his voice and feel good renditions of songs by people like Roy Orbison and John Denver from the sixties and seventies, with a little fascinating life story telling - small farm, mum died when he was 7, dad introduced him to the music he now performs, now 32, married and baby due in a month, began performing when in college aged 21, rather loves beng a "Travelling Man". Lovely, lovely person.  First name Zack (I will hopefully come back with the surname). ........ingham (not Birmingham, ?Winningham)

Tomorrow we pass through the straights of Gibralta at 5 p.m. turn right for Lisbon Monday and then 2 sea days to Southampton. Can this really be happening?  Have 103 days passed already? Only when I read this blog and look at the pictures will I really believe it.


So bye for now, back tomorrow with tales from the Atlantic. XX 

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