We have docked in Casablanca.
Exactly as we did in Agadir, we had a pilot come aboard to steer the boat into berth. A small crowd gathered to see him climb aboard from his small tug and all gave him a big cheer for which he gave them a small, modest wave in return.
Now is it me or am I the only one worried?
We are on an Italian cruise liner. There is an Italian captain, and we are sailing very close to the Canary Islands which make a very rocky coastline indeed. Bearing in mind the fairly recent track record of Italian captains and liners I am a little concerned.
It is all very well walking around the ship in pristine white uniform, scrambled egg on the cap and dyed black hair but it means shit to me if you have to get someone to park the boat for you! Then when we leave he has to get the same guy to reverse it out.
It could just be up market valet parking I suppose.
Things I have learnt so far –
Casablanca smells and so do some Germans.
It is quite possible to sleep for eighteen hours at a go and not lose your appetite.
An asshole is an asshole in any nationality.
The Brits are by far the worst dressed even when done up to the nines.
Italian women over the age of forty are mutton dressed as mutton.
All nationalities speak better English than the English.
If you make the effort and walk around all day, with a smile on your face and nodding good day to everyone you pass – you will get reported to a member of the crew.
The Germans would win at team gurning.
Watching aerobics on deck 12 before breakfast each morning makes you dizzy.
I have a natural gift for sunbathing.
I have worked out why there are no competitive races of any sort on board, like running races and things like that –
1) There are too many obstacles for the Zimmer frames and wheelchairs.
2) By the time the competitors got to the starting line they would have forgotten what the race was.
3) Every one of them would fail some sort of drugs test.
Jobelson, the gay steward, has come to have his uses. Every morning as I leave my cabin, he is there. (you know, I actually thinks he sleeps outside my door), I get a full run down of all the gossip from the weather to who I must avoid at breakfast because they will now have Clamydia after last night.
Ship board fact
The crew have a saying that you do not notice the movement of a good liner….until you hit an iceberg then it’s the lack of movement you notice.
Bye for now