ALL AT SEA WITH THE CAPTAIN
Whilst not a large ship, finding your way around is proving tricky, signage not always explicit. We walk the decks, chat to other passengers, admire the cameras around peoples necks, discover the bar areas, and rock up and down as a sea swell starts to build. Our path up the North Sea always keeps land in sight on both sides, yet as the weather worsened people were migrating to their cabins. Ominously, ‘sick bags’ were appearing all over the ship.
There are some good lectures to attend if you can survive the rolling motion, one on Iceland Myths and Legends (Paul Twose) and another on Tigers (Param Sandhu) were particularly good. We have been drinking and swaying all afternoon but on returning to cabin find a tray of Smoked Salmon, Caviar and a bottle of Champagne on ice, plus an invitation to dine with the Captain tonight.
Tonight is a “Formal Evening” and this is a lot of Champers to shift and still remain respectable for the Captain. Thank goodness for our gang, as I round them up and we polish off this delightful booty of food and bubbly.
It is posh frocks and dickie bow time as we mingle, then join the line to meet the Captain and have our photographs taken followed by enjoying more Champagne at the Captains reception.
We meet the Captain again and are joined by a couple who have just become engaged after a traumatic episode in their lives. The meal with Captain Filipe Sousa was superb, with some great wine (I make a note so we can order some for our table). Captain Sousa is a very pleasant and reserved man, he sails the ship, not drive it as I light heartedly described it. He has been with this ship for many years and although it was built in 1946 and has an interesting history (click the M/V Azores tab), it is like the legendary “Triggers Broom” – it has had so many refits and makeovers, the Keel is the only original bit!
Tonights show was an Abba Tribute – a high energy show, which just warmed us up for yet another session in the Disco. I have lost count of the number of Cocktails we have all consumed, why do they seem to improve everybodys performance on the dance floor except myself. We staggered away just after 1am, almost last out again. The sea was now very rough and eerily there was still light around the horizon.
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Six Sail to Iceland 