Sea Day 2

Breakfasted and showered we were attending a lecture on the  ‘Seychelles: granite & Coral Islands’ by 9.30am. As usual interesting and packed full of good advice as to where to go, how to get there and a warning on to watch out for the sun.

Thinking of all that sun made us feel thirsty so we had coffee before Sue went off to a culinary demonstration: ‘Garganelli with clams, lemon zest and pistachio pesto’, I returned to the cabin.

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Though my ‘urchined’ foot was feeling OK, I could still feel one of the spikes stuck in deep and was determined to get it out. I found Nino, our Philippino steward who provided me with a bucket which I half filled with hot water and then sat in the cabin with my foot soaking for half and hour reading my book, while the skin softened. Sue arrived back just as I was drying my foot. With a needle in hand she had a good look at my sole and dug out four more spikes (where did THEY come from?), yet couldn’t see the offending one. Twisting my foot round as much as I could, I dug a couple of deep holes with the needle. Whether I got it out I can’t be sure as there was too much blood oozing out. The foot hurt more, but I think that is because of the two chasms now etched into the skin, I no longer feel that sharp stab from a spike. I cleaned the foot with an alcohol prep pad and placed a plaster over the wounds.

We went for lunch and sat next to the Dutch guy ‘Aylo”, who as yesterday was difficulty to stop talking . His Canadian wife had died three years ago and he now lives in Holland and cruises on his own. He is a retired international banker. His skills were obviously sought after as he has  run banks all over the world, ‘ING’ being the last one. When his wife passed away he called it a day.  He explained where he had lived and worked in the world, how little he had to do for his job and all the trappings of living a privileged existence. Everything you would hate to know if you had lost money in the 2008 banking crisis. I agree that his life-style WAS envious but I think that without his wife he is now a very sad and lonely individual. I feel just a tiny bit sorry for him.

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After lunch I went to the gym and my foot was sore but fine. Sue settled up on deck and read her book and was entertained for a while by the Gospel Quartet of last night. As it was over 30 degrees they only performed a few songs before disappearing back into the cool of the bowls of the ship.

We met again at 3pm in a lecture, ‘Touristic Tips: Mahe, Salalah and Aqaba’. I arrived 10 minutes late and Sue was sat with Aylo, still in fine fettle chatting away. Armed with yet more information on some of the locations we shall be visiting, we again went for coffee. Despite my better judgement I also scoffed some pretty little sandwiches and Sue followed suit with biscuits and pizza. I felt guilty and Sue said she was on holiday.

Returning to our cabin she fell asleep on the bed and I sat in the window reading my book and occasionally watched the sea, hoping to see a bit of the missing Malaysian flight float by. When the battery got low on my tablet I put it on charge and watched a film on the TV and Sue slept on.

She woke in time for dinner. The show this evening was a female African singer who had a lovely voice. We have noticed that the front row seats are occupied each night by the same people. We are not sure if they are alive, they rarely move or respond to the music or dancing, despite each acts attempts to enliven them, it must be soul destroying to have to perform to a row of corpses. After the show we attempted a canter around the deck but on emerging into the night we found it was raining!!! Plan ‘B’ went into operation and we sat and listened to a piano player in one of the bars before retiring for the night.

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