It was a bright if cool day on the North Sea and we learned that we had left behind much wetter weather in the UK. We also heard that they have not had this weather in the North Sea for two weeks. We were 30 miles east of the UK coast and our passage took us close to oil fields which were fascinating. To watch the sea and the horizon is a bit like looking at the radar without the strips; where is everybody going from and to? Each journey important to its crew, their families and employers; from one place to another, criss-crossing the oceans.
Lunch was dull, a steak and kidney pie having little flavour and only the mashed potato being well done. I slept a lot, an important restorative feature of sea days. In my more vigorous moments I lived vicariously the life of Jack Reacher, someone I could never actually be. Tonight was black tie and most people made the effort but the food was a bit humdrum again. My salmon was acceptable; my sea bass was a sardine impersonator at least as far as size. I was planning to record that service is cohesive but a waiter at our station seemed to get stranded on his own and things broke down a bit. We felt a bit foolish later when we went to the wrong theatre and saw ‘Gotta Sing, Gotta Dance’ instead of the comedian. However, it was a well choreographed, well performed, high energy show and it is remarkable that there are six shows during the cruise. We emerged from the theatre to be reminded just how far north we are already with the sun still well established in the sky. I am looking forward to arriving in Stavanger but was disturbed that port details including excursion meeting times etc. had not been promulgated by what, frankly, would be bedtime for many.
Lunch was dull, a steak and kidney pie having little flavour and only the mashed potato being well done. I slept a lot, an important restorative feature of sea days. In my more vigorous moments I lived vicariously the life of Jack Reacher, someone I could never actually be. Tonight was black tie and most people made the effort but the food was a bit humdrum again. My salmon was acceptable; my sea bass was a sardine impersonator at least as far as size. I was planning to record that service is cohesive but a waiter at our station seemed to get stranded on his own and things broke down a bit. We felt a bit foolish later when we went to the wrong theatre and saw ‘Gotta Sing, Gotta Dance’ instead of the comedian. However, it was a well choreographed, well performed, high energy show and it is remarkable that there are six shows during the cruise. We emerged from the theatre to be reminded just how far north we are already with the sun still well established in the sky. I am looking forward to arriving in Stavanger but was disturbed that port details including excursion meeting times etc. had not been promulgated by what, frankly, would be bedtime for many.
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