Category: Marco Polo

Today we arrived in Santarem, in the Para Region of the Amazon, and I was on tour again. After breakfast, I was down on the quayside for just gone 9am, along with about 7 other tour escorts drafted in to take care of the enornously popular excursion that is billled, quite simply, as ‘Piranha Fishing on Lake Maica’. Mine was...

Today, we arrived in Brazilian waters. When I came up for breakfast, the Pool Deck was wet from rain, but the air was hot and humid. Beyond, on both sides of the ship, you could just make out the thin, dark line of the the forest. Exactly two weeks after leaving Tilbury, we were finally anchored in the mouth of...

Today was the last of my watercolour classes for a few days. As we approach Brazil, and the mouth of the Amazon, there was a definite end-of-term feel to the workshops, which today was all about painting skies. The reason for the impending break is because, when we enter Brazilian waters tomorrow, a couple of immigration officials will be coming...

It hasn’t felt like a Saturday today. In fact; no day feels like its supposed to in the virtual reality that is a cruise ship. Another day at sea means another working day for me. Although my classes dont’t happen until the afternoon, I don’t lie-in – there’s simply too much to do. After breakfast, I took my daily walk...