I have enjoyed my day, so far. This morning, I felt that I should attend two of the three excellent lectures in the welcome coolness of the Royal Court Theatre. I was awake by 07.10 hrs, but not out of my room until after nine o’clock. I postponed my good intentions of deck walking to the afternoon, after my final game of whist for the time being. My score today was a lacklustre seventy something, an appropriate “final” score for the time being.
This voyage has really “come into its own.” It is so warm out on the open decks, and a substantial sea breeze reduces that uncomfortable clammy feeling which no doubt I shall have to become accustomed to on our eight hour Amazon experience.
I start taking the malaria tablets tomorrow morning, as M.V. Queen Victoria enters the Amazon Delta, and then its mighty river.
I have handed in my passport for examination by Brazilian Immigration. I do hope for a spectacular stamp to record this significant event in my life.
Outside, on the open decks, clouds of “grey cotton wool” gather above, hopefully to create, eventually, a spectacular thunderstorm. I am relaxing in a steamer chair on the port side of the ship, where I am typing this blog on my phone. I have become accustomed to this rare chilled-out life style. Funnily enough, the nights can feel strange, occasionally. But usually, as the intervening sunlight penetrates the curtains into my quarters, a new day dawns and I look out onto an infinite sea scape. Once again, a parade of deck walkers pass determinedly by, and before I shower for dinner, I shall join them for a few laps. It’s almost dark now.
With best wishes,
David.
David's Cruise 