Yesterday was a low point. I realised I didn’t want to do anything. Not even if it was delivered on a silver platter by Michael Bublé. Even a shower seemed overwhelming. Though I did get that done eventually. As I was drifting around the apartment around midnight, taking photos of…
Thirty-six hours prior to landing in CapeTown saw us hit the roughest seas of the trip. The sick bags appeared on the hand rails again,…
When things are difficult, we yearn for comfort. As we neared the end of the cruise and tensions were raising due to the many uncertainties,…
After the Captain’s tale of the Somali pirates, most of us would have followed him anywhere. So, when we approached the first of our supposed…
Once again we were at sea. A time to settle and to look forward to the next part of the journey, the islands of Tristan…