while I was in the sauna, yesterday, but I wasn't paying attention. I
was reveling in thoughts of personal effects, clean clothes, my own
stuff, unpacked like Christmas morning. It had been so long since I
packed my bag, that I had forgotten what I brought for this trip.
Unpacking really did have all the magic of a Christmas morning. I
squealed with joy over things like foot spray and battery chargers,
new socks and my comfy slippers. Three other crew were not so lucky
and sailed without their bags. A total of 8 out of 50 crew had their
bags lost in transit, to begin with. Keep that statistic in your
mind when traveling internationally. It's not just NZ either. Bags
were lost in Europe, the middle east, Asia and mine in LA. It's
common-place and getting worse. The amount of air travel is growing
and more bags are lost every year. If I didn't travel with a laptop
and switch from ship to ship so often (requiring a bit more stuff), I
would only travel with a single, small carry-on.
Off subject, but how many of you follow elections in other countries?
I have been besieged with inquiries on our upcoming election by the
rest of the crew since arriving. The international crew members have
many questions and not surprisingly seem to be more informed on the
candidates and issues than the average American. In the few short days
I've been aboard, I've gained some valuable insight that I don't
believe I would have gotten at home. Watching the foreign news
programs on here, I've noticed they have a much broader view and
everything is discussed in the global sense. It's sort of refreshing,
To wrap things up; the weather here is bad. We are actually NOT
sailing toward the prospect. We pulled out of the harbor into total
shite and were forced to turn North, away from the prospect. The food
is GREAT, same galley staff as last trip and they rock. Fillet
mignon, miso soup and Thai noodles for breakfast. Work is crap-tons
of problems right from the moment I stepped onboard. I hate having to
re-do things! I'm gonna go get a cup of coffee, sit down, wiggle
around in my clean underwear and read all your blogs. Peace.
Козла́ бо́йся спе́реди, коня́ — сза́ди, а лихо́го челове́ка — со всех сторо́н.
* Translation: Beware of the goat from its front side, of the horse -
from its back side, and the evil man - from any side.