This is best called the day of the flying fish. Shoals of these small fish break the surface together, rather like a group of butterflies and then individually plunge back in after skimming the surface. We saw hundreds of these creatures alongside the boat. In the middle of the Atlantic there was little else to see with no other ships in sight all day and only the occasional drifting plant or weed floating by. The sea is calm and the temperature continues to rise to 25 centigrade. The sunshine on the water is blinding almost as if reflected by a mirror. From our balcony we can see many miles but it is almost impossible to tell how far since there is nothing to judge distance against.
Sunday is like any other day on the ship with the same activities. Many people simply sit on deck or on their balconies reading and relaxing. I watched the Liverpool and Everton game in the Champions bar. It summed up Liverpool ’s season so far with a brilliant first half but only one gaol followed by ten minutes of Everton pressure giving them, 2. The final score was 2:2.
The entertainment tonight is Pam Ayres who we have seen around the ship with her husband. She is acting like just another passenger enjoying the trip. When you see people in a new context it can be difficult to recognise them.
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