We were at sea again for a day as we sailed from Montenegro back to Italy, passing between Sicily and the mainland again, but in the other direction.
I refer to my notes as I have no memory of the day but all I wrote was K got very drunk. I suspect she too wanted to be home back in old Blighty and she takes on everyone else's stress and troubles.
Here are the last ship photos. Asian ship passengers learning to waltz.
I only saw this once, where the water was so shallow, as the propellers went into action, our ship churned up the seabed.
This just found phone photo looks like Santorini to me.
These ship passengers learnt to play the mandolin in about 9 days and held a concert.
It was quite good.
I suppose this was some kind of reference to a Venetian masked ball. It was fun. I was watching from one side and unbeknownst to me, R was watching from the other.
We were determined to see the last big show in the Princess Theatre. We arrived 15 minutes early and sat in the very last available seats.
The woman with the ponytail was a deaf signer.