Paula was feeling much better so only a slightly disturbed sleep and we woke when we were ready, without the alarm clock. On the way back from the HC and a fairly light breakfast (no eggs with the sausage, baked beans and hash browns…) we passed our favourite massage therapist, Maria, and as they had a special, I booked myself in for 1:45.
We walked off the ship about 400/500m to the start of the village. Like several other calls over the last couple of years, just one main street with tourist shops on both sides, a sea front with a few eateries and just one very quiet secondary street, parallel to the main one.
We had cancelled our tour that included Olympia, the site of the first Olympic games, but with few regrets. Many passengers are now claiming they are ‘rubbled out’… Standing around in the afternoon heat, out in the open, is very debilitating, especially as there is a fair bit of radiant heat from the stones. Many people are crashing out quite early in the evening after a day on shore, so night times around the ship are extremely quiet. Back at the ship, repainting continues rather like the Forth Bridge.
After an OJ and a strawberry milkshake, we ambled back to the cool sanctuary of the Dawn, then after a shower, I handed over my ancient body to Maria, to work her magic on my neck and shoulders. As part of the offered package, was a head massage and facial, I accepted a shortened version – just 5 years knocked off my age rather than 10.
We then headed for a light late lunch and I had a piece of salmon with peppercorn sauce, and soup.
Just for a change, we headed for trivia, though the remainder of our team would still have been out touring, so we joined two others. We managed a respectable second place with 14/20 and my favourite question came up for just the second time. “In what leisure activity would you use a dibble?” Unlike the first time it came up, two years ago, three other teams knew what it was. We didn’t know what a ‘dork’ was though. We do now.
At sail-away, Joanne brought some fresh figs. I’m ashamed to say that up until then, I had never ever tried a fresh fig, only the dried variety that used to appear only at Christmas back home. Nice.
Before dinner, we went to see the early show, “Ricardo and Jessica Diaz”, Argentinian dancers. It was more of a folk loric show initially, with a slide show of Argentina when they changed costume from Tango dancers to local cowboy/girl, but it livened up a lot when they invited two passengers up on stage, to try their hand at what I would call a one ball bolus. A wooden bead on a length of rope in each hand, whirled around to bounce the bead on the floor with each revolution. Imagine a skipping rope cut in half and a bead on each end and the motion was similar too. Although the slow start would have knocked off a point, another 8/10 act.
Dinner for a change in the dining room and yet another fairly early return to the cabin at 10:10, but not before a footwear pic, with the ladies displaying their new shoes whilst the men showed their old ones. With Alan and Alana, it was always nearer midnight before we crashed – and I slept much better! Let us see if a sip of port helps.
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