Category: Marco Polo

Today, we’ve been at sea, en route towards Sydney, Nova Scotia. It’s been a much better day, weather-wise; the sky has been clear blue and the sun hot pretty much all day, enticing folks out onto the open deck for a spot of relaxation and sunbathing. The colour of the sea is bright blue; it’s almost like being in the...

Today, we arrived in St. John’s in Newfoundland; the first of our ten planned Canadian ports-of-call. I climbed of bed at 7:30, went out on deck to check on the weather, and then went for breakfast. I was surprised to discover that, despite being a little overcast, it was quite warm, verging on humid. After breakfast, I gathered my rucksack,...

Today, we are still at sea, only one day away from Canada. The sea has been a little choppy and the weather outside, grey and murky… what many might call ‘claggy’. Visibility has been less than a mile, and the swell two metres. Visibility has been so poor that we’ve been sounding the fog horn. At lunchtime, I sat out...

I’ve given up setting my alarm for 8am. I’ve decided I don’t need it, as the couple next door stick their tele on, which appears to be right next to my earhole, at exactly 7:30am every morning. It could be worse; they could be having an amorous encounter at 7:30am every morning (come to think of it… maybe they do,...

Today, we arrived in Narsarsuaq (pronounced, I am reliably informed, Nas-as-Ack), our final port in Greenland. With it only being a half-day visit, and my having classes in the afternoon, I debated whether to bother going ashore at all. Realising that this would be our last chance to stand on Greenland soil, the debate was an easy one to resolve;...