Canaries Cruise - Day 1, Sunday 22nd December - All Aboard!
It all started so well.
The drive to Tilbury was easy and straight forward, and we arrived at
the ship well in time. We met the new
Cruise Director, Frankie Anderson, who warned us that things were a bit
chaotic, and were shown to our cabin in the bowels of the ship. We like this one though, it's nice and big.
The warning signs appeared straight away though. Just as we were putting our first bags in, an
engineering type bloke in oily overalls appeared and immediately battened down
our port holes. Great big metal covers
over our daylight! Three days of bad
weather was the whisper. O Oh!
Marco's Bistro |
Day 2, Monday 23rd December - Up and Down
Main Foyer |
And it just got worse.
As I laid in bed, the wardrobe doors would fly open and all four drawers
slid out of the unit like something off a disney cartoon. Then they would all slide back in again and
the doors would slam shut. The ship was
lurching up and down like a seesaw, first the front end, then the bow. Not comfortable for my stomach at all.
I stayed prone for the rest of the day. If I so much as sat
up, wave after wave of nausea soon made sure I laid down again. The sea got
rougher, the drawers and doors flew open with more voracity, and all I could
think of was the promise that it would get better. Peter came in and out, checking on me. I just moaned. Then the captain announced it was going to get
worse, rising to gale force 9-10!
Me and the bed stayed close until morning.
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