Unbeknown to us we had booked a 4 birth cabin. Now you might think this was a good thing as we must have more room but you would be very, very wrong. What a 4 birth cabin consists of is the same square footage as a 2 birth but with fold up bunk beds either side of the main bed making it almost impossible to get in or out of without doing damage to yourself.
There were a few other things wrong with the room. Fridge not working, extractor in the bathroom not working, funky smell from bathroom and the worst thing was a whistling noise coming from the door. This all got reported and I can’t fault the response. Weirdly the whistle was because the extractor wasn’t working causing a pressure difference or something.
However the big issue and the one that probably means we won’t get a cabin like this again is that if someone farts there’s no balcony to banish them and the smell too.
Obviously not overjoyed with the cabin we decided to drown our sorrows in cocktails. As Lyn and Sue like to say, well sort of sing and dance too in the chiller at work “Everybody Needs A Cocktail”. They had a musician in the bar who was doing a human jukebox thing where he asks people to shout out request. It was the first request and nobody said anything which is always awkward so trying to be helpful I shouted out ‘Motörhead Ace of Spades’ to which his response was ‘and your second choice?’ so I shouted ‘Anything by Brittany’. He did a passable version of ‘Hit me baby one more time’.
The following day was a sea day. This is quite a nice way to start a cruise as you can get to know the ship and get your bearings as it were. There was no need for that with us so we did book a wine tasting session which was very basic but did kill an hour.
Halfway through the day my bowels suddenly caught up with what my mouth had been consuming. The toilet did have an instruction which said ‘do not flush bulky items’ but I really had no choice.
Undeterred it was dress to impress night which I weirdly enjoy, especially as my tux now fits a bit better. We got our smartest cloths on and went for dinner. We had our picture taken by the ship photographers which we felt obliged to do after knocking down their back drop. Not sure I’ll pay the £17 a go and I might just screen grab them and put up with the watermark. At dinner we got talked at by George and his wife from… somewhere up North. I haven’t bothered bringing my hearing aid so didn’t have a Scooby what they were saying. I just tried to get clues from facial expression and nod and smile at the right time.
Tomorrow... Zadar.
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