I’m sitting in a bar on deck eleven. Behind me, two women have a private dance class. They’re dancing to Footloose. I’m not even watching. I’m sitting, facing a full window. There’s a little patch of grass outside. I can’t determine if it’s real or fake. It looks real, but I cannot possibly see how the crew can maintain it, so it’s probably fake. But it’s the realest looking fake grass I have ever seen.
Past that is the sea, and off in the distance I can see land. (I think. I need binoculars to be certain.) Everyone is at lunch, so up here on the eleventh deck it’s blissfully peaceful.
We’re cruising, and life is relaxing.
The South China Sea is like a millpond. It’s funny to realise that although we’ve cruised before, we’ve always cruised on the ocean. This is our first sea, and the ship doesn’t roll much at all. (This ship is so smooth you can’t even tell when it moves away from port unless you’re actually watching.)
We’re into the last week of our overseas holiday. Next week we’ll be jet-lagged, but home.
It will be good for the blog, at least. On holiday, it’s hard to think of anything but holiday posts. 🙂