Yet Another Sea Day
The
ship is relentless. The schedule must be kept. The whole operation of cruising
is like a well oiled machine. It’s a computer program that runs and runs and
runs.
Nothing
seems to get in its way.
Maintenance
is performed, rather than repair. We are
‘steaming’ north.
Next
Port of Call will be Salaverry, Peru.
Yes,
I attended the destination lecture by Humberto; he can tell me things about the
coming up tour I booked with the Ship’s Excursion Office.
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| The Moche Valley and Its Water Supply |
I
love mysterious archeology. I want to know and see why those people lived on
that spot and not the other spot, a few miles away? There is always a reason
why this one spot was the place and not the other. Why did those people, the
Chimu, build here?
We
had a general lecture at the Wheelhouse bar showing us how Jewelry is designed,
made, promoted. It reminded me of my business. How do you sell a useless item?
All you can appeal to is vanity! It was painful for me to get back to this
entire BS.
In
the afternoon, we joined Jean’s team for trivia. Some people’s heads are full of
this stuff. They know a lot of nothing. We did not win.
Dinner
was painful. We sat with 2 women who did not speak. If we offered a question
they each had a one word answer. Why did they join a table, it would have been
better if they sat alone. It is difficult, yes, even painful to deal with
people sometimes. Yuk, what a pair of duds!
The
night entertainment was Mark Preston. Do you remember the ‘Lettermen’?
I
don’t remember them at all, but Carol did, she was singing along, she knew
those songs, danced to them when young. It was not my era, but lots of people
loved this guy.
