Category: Marco Polo

Today, we arrived at out final destination; Ringaskiddy, which is on the opposite side of the River Lee to Cobh, and a thirty-minute shuttle-bus ride to the city of Cork. As we weren’t arriving until 11am, I busied myself throughout the morning with a few little jobs I’ve been meaning to do. One of those jobs was to sew a...

Today, I held my final lessons of the cruise. After the alarm clock malfunction of yesterday, I made sure that I was up bright and early, to a 7:30am alarm, so that I could spend the morning painting. I painted yet another iceberg (they realy are addictive), and some gannets from Bonaventure Island, and was in the Craft Room settting...

This morning I awoke suddenly. I’m not sure if I slept through my alarm, woke to the alarm, turned it off and went back to sleep again, or if I’d completely forgotten to set the alarm in the first place. Either way, I awoke slightly disorientated, realised the time was almost 9am, got dressed quickly and dashed upstairs to Marco’s...

Not a lot has happened today; such is life at sea… My general routine is to set the alarm for 7:30am, have breakfast around 8am, then take a short walk through the ship, stopping off to chat to Barbara and Kathy in the Craft Room or Peter (the Wood) and Jean in Palm Garden, and picking up a ‘Britain Today’...

Today, we’ve been at sea; the first of four days that will bring us, eventually to our final stop, Cobh, in Ireland. Last night, I went to watch Pauline Daniels do her singing cabaret in Scotts Bar. Pauline proved her credentials earlier on in the cruise when she performed a one-woman play, ‘Shirley Valentine’ over two nights. A few days...