I’ve got my morning routine down pat. Get up, get dressed, have a smoke, pick up all the little paper slips amassed the previous day, throw out any trash, pack a laundry bag, get today’s itinerary out, have a smoke, go to breakfast. Work, work, work, work, work. It’s truly exhausting. ;-)
View from the balcony, day 23, some far flung Scottish isles
We got our disembarkation plan form today. Yuck. Way too early for that.
A slow day, and then we ate a light dinner and went to the show done by “Graffiti Classics.” Billed as 16 strings, 8 feet and 4 voices, I didn’t know what to expect, but the word Graffiti attracted me for some reason. Folks, let me tell you, if you ever have a chance to see these folks, DO IT! By the end they got roars of applause from people of all ages. It’s a combination of 4 stringed instruments (2 violins, a viola and double bass), dancing while they’re playing, some great singing and a ton of uproarious comedy built in. I can’t fully describe it, but it was bar none the best cruise show I’ve ever seen.
Despite wanting to get some sleep for the big hike tomorrow, we decided to see what the Black and White Officers’ Ball was all about. I thought it’d be a pretty staid affair, but it was actually quite fun. Off to bed with some concerns about a scratchy throat just after midnight (guess where this is going…), I set the alarm for 7:00, all packed up for the hike with promises of a partly sunny sky.
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