Sunday – At Sea
Not a great deal happened today; we’ve left Brazil behind and are now heading for French Guyana. Watercolour classes have resumed, and I’m using every available spare minute to paint in the cabin. So far, I’ve completed 10 new original paintings, featuring boats and stilt houses from Boca Do Valeria and Lake Maica, a couple from The Cape Verde Islands, and most recently, an Egret and an Iguana. I’m pleased to say that, as things stand, I’ve currently sold 7 of them.
The sea was rough today, which knocked Tracey out of circulation a bit. I have to say that rough seas don’t really bother me – in fact, the rougher, the more interesting… sadly, not everyone feels the same way.
Just on a general health update; my lurgy finally seems to be moving on. I’m still waking up in the mornings with a croaky voice, but I persevere, and amm managing to get through the classes. Unfortunately, whhat appears to be the samme lurgy is slowly making its way through the ship. Both Glenn, the Shore Excursions Manager, and Amy, the assistant Cruise Director have been effected, and many passengers can be heard coughing the cough that hhas no end… that’s the thing that has hung on most of all; a cough that is totally pointless and completely non-productive, yet renders one incapable of doing anything for a minute or two until it subsides.
We (that is; the group of lecturers and tutors) were all rather astounded to hearr of a lady who’d come into the craft class in a thoroughly unhappy state after having had a run in with a very rude passenger. This lady had been sat next to said passenger over breakfast, and had had to listen to her rambling on about everything that was wrong on the ship. She’s chuntered on for for quite some while, by all accounts, moaning about evvery aspect of the cruise, and the ship… basically, nothing was right for her. The other lady, sat next to her had tried to placate her, and said that, surely, things weren’t that bad? At this, the other passenger turned to her and said, “If you happen to see me about the ship; don’t come and talk to me”.
Without naming names, it seems there are one or two passengers for whom their glass is never half full, but always half empty. They’ll complain about anything, from the food, to the fact that they have to buy their own peanuts from the bar (doesn’t happen on other ships, they’ll say – fine; on other ships, they’d be paying 5 times as much for the service – get over it). Rudeness is something that you’d expect most of the grown people on this ship to have grown out of long ago; apparently not!
