Quote of the day: “The Beatles (tribute band) were supposed to get off in Dublin. Now they have to stay on board until Boston. I bet they wished they had a yellow submarine to get out of here…”
At 7am the Captain’s voice broke into my half-sleep over the intercom to announce that the port visit to Dublin was off. Apparently the wind was so strong that they wouldn’t be able to dock safely, even using tugs. What a blow!
I’d actually done my research for this port and had a plan of attack. There were two galleries I was particularly interested in visiting, plus a couple of things I wanted to buy before heading across the Atlantic. I’m now in great danger of being known as that smelly guy who doesn’t use deodorant…
That was the second upset in 24 hours. Last night I met my new dining companions. He was a miserable, complaining old fart, and she is in the early stages of dementia… when he started being rude to our lovely waiter (and being rude to the waiters was apparently the reason he had been moved from the other dining room), I decided it was time to leave… I’m now on the hunt for a new table. Come back J & A – all is forgiven!!!
So now we hit 6 sea days, making a total of 8 sea days in a row. This could well be cabin fever territory… anyone for Scrabble?
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