Over the bounding main
Sailing southeast today, down the eastern coast of Italy towards Katkolon, Greece. The Adriatic is as smooth as glass—not even the tiniest of whitecaps to be seen. It feels like this boat is on roller skates, just gliding smoothly to our next port.
Having nothing to do today, we did it well. For some reason we woke up at 5:30 this morning, which became 6:30 due to a time change. Room service brought breakfast, or a reasonable facsimile; they got most of the order right.
Cruise ships are amazing in what they can do with their huge manpower. The upstairs buffet was transformed into the “Asia Café” today—different linens, different uniforms, different almost everything. And right after lunch, they tore it all down and it was if nothing had happened. While the Asia Café was there, though, they put out a very nice lunch with foods from all over Asia. Not surprisingly, I concentrated on the sushi.
After lunch was bridge. Not bridge as we know it, but the cruise ship variation. Seven tables, five rounds of 3 boards. Including us, there were perhaps 4 pairs who were experienced players; the rest were beginners/social players. The standard of play is very poor, but everyone is happy to be there and the game moves smoothly.
Since this was the first night at sea, it was a formal night. I got all duded up, and wore the red, white and blue shoe with matching socks.
We started caviar for everyone. I could get used to this, although I had to press them for the blinis the menu promised but the waiter forgot. Then I had an excellent veal chop and Gail had the Black Cod. We had a formidable cheese plate for dessert, and toddled off to the evening show.
Cruise ship shows are aimed at elderly middle Americans. Simple, pure, corny are the key virtues, and the show delivered on cue. Nobody will ever be offended at one of these shows, or particularly stunned by the creativity. Tonight was a revue of Rodgers and Hammerstein music—nothing new, nothing challenging, just solid old standards that everyone knows the words to coupled with workmanlike production values.
Tomorrow we dock at Katakolon, Greece. It’s a town of 621 people, our ship will more than double their population. We’re taking the easy tour, Micky and Linda are going on the one with lots of walking on uneven surfaces. They are going to Olympus, and I think Micky is expecting to see Zeus himself. I hope it works out for him.