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Milan and Lake Como

Jan 25 to 30

semi-overcast 7 °C
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So it has been a while since I have had the time to blog, sorry to all of you who are anxiously anticipating my every story.  

So the next stop, and the first of my lone traveller stops, was Milan! It was a difficult start in Milan. Firstly I was abandoned by Alicia, I clung to her legs tearfully as she heartlessly tried to leave me. Ok so that might have only happened in my head, but there were a few tears! And anger as I think she is entirely selfish for thinking doing her honours is more important than keeping me company in Europe.  

So after the difficult separation I had to find my hotel. Not the easiest task in the world. I had the instructions in getting there but there were two major issues; a lack of escalators in the train station and me having no idea which direction tram I was needing to take. Luckily there was a nice man to help me with the first issue, and a english woman who spoke italian and became my translator to solve the second problem.  

At the other end of the tram ride I was in a massive square with about 50 different roads down it and no idea which one was mine. Luckily I found a nice lady who actually decided she better lead me to the hotel to get me there, I must have looked completely lost. By this point I was over it and exhausted as you can well imagine and the sight of three flights of stairs and no lift almost killed me. Thank god the receptionists heard the highly attractive grunting type noises I was making as I tried to get my bag up and came down and carried it up for me. A little embarrassing that he managed to do it so easily... My day got significantly better when I got to the reception purely because of the word 'tea' said by one of the receptionists.  

I very much enjoyed Milan. I initially only planned to stay 3 nights but ended up staying 5. I did my days by themes. I had my shopping day, my culture day, my rest day cos the weather was crap, my lake como day and them my all the stuff I hadn't done yet day.  

Milan has a hell of a lot of shopping I can tell you that much! Not that I'm complaining. Although I did despair on the first day when it was 5.30pm and I hadn't managed to buy anything yet. But then within the next hour I found a nice warm scarf in the nicest green colour from Max and Co as well as a blue coat from some random store. Both purchases were definitely a good idea as the coat and scarves I have are not really at the level of warmth necessary for the freezingness of Europe in winter.  

The second, cultural, day I saw about a million paintings. I started off failing to get in to see the Last Supper. Instead I saw a small exhibiton with pages from DaVinci's Codex Atlantus I believe just around the corner. That was quite interesting, there was a lot there about his studies on air and water. I then went to the castle museum, or the Sforza Castle Museums. There are multiple museums there and my favourite was the one that had all this old furniture from like the 1200s to current day. There was some absolutely beautiful old furniture there with some amazing woodwork. Then you got to the more recent, 2000s kind of stuff... Little weird!  

My ticket to the DaVinci exhibiton also got me into the Ambrosiana Art Gallery which had a continued exhibiton of the Codex Atlantus. However this was also an art gallery in itself, and rather a large one at that! It took me about one and a half hours to get around it! It was full of quite old works, around 1400-1600s I believe, and absolutely worth it. It was still only about 5pm at this point and freezing so, seeing as it seemed a little early for dinner, I decided to go see the Art Gallery Brera, while I was in the arty mood. Another good gallery which again contained some more contemporary ummm... interesting... works. I spent a lot of time sitting down in that gallery as walking for about 7 or 8 hours both days is not something my poor feet were used to.  

My day of rest consisted of going to the supermarket, and checking out where to get the bus to Brussels (my next stop) from. The supermarket was a good idea as I ws feeling rather sick today and it is possible that it may be due to my lack of drinking enough fluids. It was rather sad actually as I bought goats cheese, prosciutto and bread and I had to throw out most of the cheese due to my lack of fridge. It was a rather an emotionally hard decision, however I knew that both myself and the cheese were better off for it. Didn't make it any easier though!  

Lake Como was absolutely awesome. I caught the train to Varenna, then the ferry to Bellagio, then the fast boat to Como. It is crazy how cheap and easy it is to get out there! However apparently nothing is open during the week. After the whole half an hour it took to walk around the adorable little Varenna I still had an hour to kill. I then discovered that the town was completely dead as everyone was in the pub, the only place open. So I had a cup of tea. I then went and sat by the lake and had possibly the most relaxing half hour of my entire life. There is something really calming about a beautiful sunny (8 degrees, and it is sad that that now seems warm to me) day and sitting by a stunning lake with noone else around. If anyone ever moves to Milan I would recommend living in Varenna. It is only 40 minutes out the city if you get the right train and it would be impossible to get a place without a view! And all this for a tiny 135 thou euro! Yes, I did check out the house prices in the real estate places window, and no that's not sad...  

There was also a fast boat that came to Varenna, most bizarre boats ever! They zoom along with only two parallel bars below touching the water. Then when they slow down the bars sink under the water and they became a normal boat! I will chuck up some pics, it was kind of really cool. Although when I went on one later it is the most bizarre feeling when it slows as it genuinely feels like you are sinking!  

Bellagio turned out to be much the same as Varenna, as in closed, but not quite as pretty I didn't think. I managed to find one woodwork store open and a cafe. I originally went with the usual follow a couple who look like they know what they are doing. However realised ten minutes later after I passed them when they stopped to look at something that they were now following me... One of those few times that method doesn't work. I had a couple of hours still so I just decided to head upwards to try and get a nice view. Instead I managed to end up over the other side of the island in someones private little jetty area with a bug private property sign. Slowly walking backwards now...  

Had a lovely lunch in Bellagio and then headed off on the boat to Como. That was a pretty amazing boat trip. Best like 12 euro I have spent in my life, particularly as it lasted maybe three quarters of an hour which was awesome. Well except for the thinking the boat was sinking every time it slowed down...  

Como itself was a little disappointing compared to the other two places. I walked out of town and up some hill but then found myself on a main road with no sidewalk... Walking back I decided to take another route and then found myself on a thinner section of the road which was really 'exciting' in a holy crap I'm going to die kind of way. Getting in to town I tried the 'follow someone who looks confident' method again until I realised I had followed her into her apartment car park and so had to try and look like I was meant to be there.   Finally made my way to the train station and back to the hotel where I was having a chat to the receptionist who asked if I had gone up the cable car. I was like umm what cable car. Apparently there is a cable car right next to the train station which gives you great views over the lake. Rather annoyed my map had failed to show this to me! And it was dark ok, so no I couldn't see it when I went to the station.  

I wasn't leaving til 9.30pm on my bus so I had a full day today. I managed to get in to see the Last Supper this time, although also managed to miss my slot. I swear, I went in 5 minutes before and never saw them letting people in! But it was ok as they let me in with the next group. It was kind of cool but it seemed somewhat not as vivid as I would have expected. I know that is has had to be restored a million times and all but seeing pics it looks a lot more vibrant than it actually is.  

I then just started wandering for a while. I produced a new technique of choosing the sunniest path to decide my course. Not the most effective technique I'll be honest. Found myself in a rather less than attractive part of town. I kept going, as long as I see underground stations I'm fine. Unfortunately I then didn't see an underground station for a while and, being unable to find myself on the map got a little worried. I headed back the way I came and finally found a station. Turns out I was pretty much looking in completely the wrong area of the map! But it was ok, I just hopped on a train (totally a Milan metro pro by the way) back to the Duomo.  

I decided to check out the inside of the Duomo. It was quite nice, just another standard cathedral really, but at least it was a relatively warm place to sit down, and you know, ponder life for a little bit. I also walked up to the top in the afternoon for the view over the city. I'll be honest though, Milan is not exactly the prettiest city in the world.   I had walked around trying to find somewhere to stop for lunch and given up and purchased a sandwich only to find a little cafe so I went back in the afternoon for a cup of tea. It was brilliant as the people who worked there apparently found it awesome that I spoke english or was Australian or something, they got really excited about it. When I left I got these goodbyes from all the staff despite the fact I had hardly talked to any of them. Got to love people like that.  

Did some more shopping with no wins in the department store and then headed back to the hotel. My hotel in Milan was actually really awesome. It was called Hotel Bel Sit and had pretty damn good rooms for the little I was paying. I found it reakly funny one day when I told them they really didn't need to clean my room and give me fresh towels every day so don't bother. The guy nodded but when I got back, apparently that is not possible! Your room must be cleaned! What was also great was the fact I could go out whenever I wanted and have a cup of tea. One of the guys who did most of the nights was awesome, whenever I got back he would ask me if I wanted a tea and so I would have a tea and a chat. Being starved for human contact this was definitely appreciated.  

As I have not yet spoken much of food in Milan I better do that as it is really the most important part. I went out to a restaurant two nights. The first time I had a Milanese risotto with pork which is basically a saffron risotto. As well as a piece of apple cake and glass of wine. It was all really good and cheap! I found it down some dark street near the Brera and it was above an antique-y kind of shop which was cool.  

My second restaurant was rather more expensive. But that is possible because I had a veal ossobucco with again a Milanese risotto and a small red. Then ricotta cake and they gave me these massive free biscuits which I could not quite manage to finish. It was all great though and the waitress was really nice, and possible bored as she said that it was very dead, I was the only one there for most of the time.  

So the next stop was to be Brussels! I decided to catch the bus there as it was ridiculously cheaper. Interesting times to say the least. There was the massive confusion of 3 buses leaving at once so had no idea which one I should be on. I asked some guy and he asked like a million other people if it went to Brussels just to be completely sure which was quite funny. Sat next to a very chatty guy on the bus. His english was pretty good and it was good to chat but after a bit I was like just let me listen to my music so I can try to sleep! I couldn't though cos it would have seemed massively rude. He was Italian and lived in Holland, had been visiting his mother in Italy. I commented that that was a distance to travel and he was like, yeah its about 1300km! I was thinking ok, not so big. I had told him before that Adelaide was quite close to Melbourne and I was then like, he probably thinks we are like 100km away. Need to remember close/far have very different meanings here than in Aus!

Milan Canals

Milan Canals

Beautiful old cabinet in Sforza Castle Museum

Beautiful old cabinet in Sforza Castle Museum

Lake Como from Varenna

Lake Como from Varenna

Lake Como from Varenna part 2

Lake Como from Varenna part 2

Lake Como from Varenna part 3

Lake Como from Varenna part 3

Lake Como from Varenna part 4

Lake Como from Varenna part 4

Someones private boat ramp into Lake Como in Bellagio

Someones private boat ramp into Lake Como in Bellagio

The crazy boat

The crazy boat

Milan from Duomo

Milan from Duomo

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Venice

Sunday 20th Jan to Friday 25th Jan

semi-overcast 7 °C
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So the last week with everyone was in Venice at our beautiful apartment. It was a nice relaxing week, although we didn't have our butler anymore so that made life more difficult. Had to make my own breakfast! My life will be so much harder now, but you know what they say, better to have had a butler and lost than never had a butler at all! But it was a nice week in that we could sleep in every day and have a relaxed breakfast rather than rushing out because we had a limited time in the port. It was even better because I could actually have milk, in my tea, in my coffee, or even just a glass of it, whenever I wanted!  

It was a little cold and wet this week, I quickly learnt the art of layering and the need for a pair of gloves and waterproof boots. In particular the boots as apparently I have a skill for always stepping in the largest puddle. On the first night I even managed to step in the probably largest puddle on the island. Twice. The boots were a little more difficult to find than the gloves. We went out the second day with the intention to buy some before lunch, however it didn't quite work out that way. Whenever you need something you can't find it. By about 2 or 3 Alicia and Gary were so hungry I am pretty sure they would have been willing to go find some leather and make us a pair just so they could have lunch. I ended up finally getting some after lunch, although they are not perfect as they are wedges (and everyone knows how I feel about wedges), at least they are warm, waterproof and look decent. I also found another really awesome pair of boots earlier but they weren't really practical... Surprise, surprise for me. Practicality? Who needs it? Well apparently me as with much deliberation and enough tears to cause Venice to almost flood again, I resigned myself to a life without said boots in it. I may have to start going to counselling.  

Most of the week was spent shopping, eating and drinking. And then some more eating. The first night Alicia and I shared gnocchi and a cuttlefish pasta which was pretty awesome. This led to the life-changing realisation that I could totally pull off goth (the sauce stained our lips and tongues black). Alas, a second later this decision was neccessarily reversed as, obviously, I would just be too attractive like that, it just wouldn't be fair.  

Among the other highlights of food was a pizza Karen got on Murano bythe name of baby. Don't ask me why it was called that but it was amazing. It was the perfect mixture of brie and mozzarella cheese with roast pork. Apparently though, according to the bird thst spent about 20 minutes pigging out on the massive display pizza outside one of the cafes we went to, you just can't beat ham and cheese!  

But now to the most important food source of the week; the street food outside our apartment. Close your eyes and picture this: (if you actually closed your eyes at this point joke is on you, you kind of need them open to read the description so maybe leave that bit til later) the square outside our apartment, an ice skating rink circling a well (wow a square with a well in it? Not many of them around in Venice...), a few temporary shacks for street vendors. In one of these vendors you find a man who makes the best steak sandwich on the planet, or, if that is not your thing, lovely steak or tuna tartare to go... Honest to god, best meals ever. We had his sandwiches first and they were amazing, particularly if you are a fan of salt. Then the last night Alicia and I were too full for dinner and the others went down and ended up eating there for like 2 or 3 hours. Apparently they had tomato soup, beef tartare (with apple in it), massive amounts of steak, and the hot wine and home brewed beer that he sells. When they came up and told us I was massively jealous and so, seeing as Fiona was going down again, asked her to see if I could also get some tartare takeaway. There was no way I saw it happening but she comes back up with this little plastic container with green salad leaves and a perfectly round mound of beef tartare with apple! Plus if course bread. It was awesome. The beef is a lot larger than a usual tartare, he cuts it infront of you by hand, but the apple is actually a very good mix with it. But really and honestly, I am just so very much enjoying the fact he made it to go.  

Alicia, Gary and I went back on our last morning for lunch for one last sandwich. We had already gone to the train station but it was totally worth the walk back. We got there and he was so happy to see his friend Gary again. He was also so excited about the piece of tuna he had got this morning. And I would be too seeing it. Biggest piece of tuna I have ever seen in my life. He spent a moment worshipping it before he made us some sashimi tartare thing. He obviously loves his food, apparently the previous night when Pete didn't quite finish the meat off the bone of his steak he took it back and cooked it up again so he could eat it all. Talk about reducing your food wastage! But anyway after what could only be called a performance of preparing us our food we ended up with three big mounds of; chopped tuna with I think prunes, half prawns with pistachio, and chopped tuna with tomato salso (also known as his tomato soup). The last one was just amazing. We then, of course, had our sandwiches and got another one to go so Karen could try it. Once more we got these three containers with these lovely mounds of fish in it, although they weren't quite so lovely by the time we made it back to her.  

Moral of the story is if you ever see that guy (I will put a picture below) then, for my sake, get food from him! He told the others on the last night that he used to be a chef but now he sells his food on the street. He is in Venice (Piazza San Polo) from December to February and then goes around the world doing it. It is obvious that he loves his job and the performance of it, he was definitely not made to be couped up in a kitchen! He must love it as he seems to be there til at least 12 or 1am and then is up early enough to go to the fish market! So if you see him eat there. End of story.  

So after that mini essay, what else did we do... Well pretty much shop. We spent a day on Murano and saw the glass blowing which is amazing. On the way there we saw an ambulance boat. We had been having this conversation the previous night about how many things that seem everyday to us, such as an ambulance or structure maintenance, are much more difficukt in Venice due to the lack of cars. It is quite interesing to think about. My favourite was a DHL boat.  

Back to Murano; I would love to have had half the stuff on that island, it is all so beautiful. Venice is such a lovely place to just wander around and shop. And much of it is so cheap! Well except for all the stunning glass work. I managed to buy myself a necklace, clock, bowl and tea container. Plus of course a couple of gifts which shall not be named. I bought the bowl on the last day because I was like to myself, 'I haven't bought anything for me yet!' Then I remembered the clock and the necklace. But then I thought 'but neither of those are proper venetian items'. Then I remembered the necklace was. But then I thought to myself 'why one earth am I thinking about this so much' and bought it anyway. Wasn't that just an exciting story!  

So the other thing we did many times in Venice was go to a bar by the name of Bacaro Jazz. This is a great bar which the others found last time they were in Venice. But the main reason I bring it up is due to a certain afternoon when Alicia, Gary and I spent around one and a half hours looking for it. Gary had shown me a map at the start of the trip so he and I thought it was in a particular area around St Mark's Square. The number of times we walked exactly the same streets and kept on finding ourselves back at the square I swear I could not count on two hands. Also, the number of times we passed a certain glass model of a golfing clown. I know for a fact we passed the same restaurant three times as the second time the guy outside gave use some (shoddy) directions. The third time he wasn't outside so we thought we were safe, only to look in and see him laughing his head off at us as we passed. Then the next day Alicia and I passed him again when we were going to St Mark's to find her rents. He got a good laugh then as well. But back to the finding the bar story. Alicia was refusing to give up when finally we got a text from Fiona saying her and Pete were there and she gave us directions. Umm turns out it was actually near the Rialto bridge. Gary had been looking at the map to their hotel from last time. Which we had definitely found. Multiple times. The only thing that consoles us is at least we weren't Fiona who slipped down some steps and nearly ended up in a canal. Although at least that little situation only lasted about five minutes...  

Talking about drinking, if anyone sees Alicia ask her about her new obsession with Bellinis. When I say obsession I mean obsession. Venice turned into Alicia's week long Bellini tasting tour.  

Well I can't think of anything else from this week. Apart from the rather ridiculous amount of pringles, nuts and mink drinks that were stolen from the mini bars on the cruise and eaten in Venice, as well as the chocolates and complimentary bottles of champagne from the cruise. We had a whole end of sofa table covered, I didn't take a picture but if I get one off someone else I'll put it up, it looks rather ridiculous. The champagne of course was turned into Bellinis for Alicia and myself.  

Oh, and Alicia and I also went to a DaVinci museum that is in Venice. It isn't a massive museum but it was quite interesting, and sparked what was probably our most intellectual conversation of the trip as to where DaVinci sits in terms of greatest inventors. High quality stuff. But anyway, what made it interesting was they had built prototypes of a number of his machines that you could try. Interactive is always better!  

Next stop is Milan! Again, everyone reading this you are awesome, thankyou for making me feel loved!

View of a church in Venice

View of a church in Venice

Gondalas

Gondalas

Glass sax for dad, would have bought it but it would need an extra seat on the plane! That and it was rather expensive...

Glass sax for dad, would have bought it but it would need an extra seat on the plane! That and it was rather expensive...

From bridge of sighs, Venice is busy even in the middle of Winter!

From bridge of sighs, Venice is busy even in the middle of Winter!

An ambulance boat

An ambulance boat

On Murano

On Murano

Venice at night

Venice at night

Taken from the Rialto

Taken from the Rialto

My takeaway beef tartare

My takeaway beef tartare

Our trio of seafood tartare (tuna w prunes, prawn w pistachio, tuna w tomato)

Our trio of seafood tartare (tuna w prunes, prawn w pistachio, tuna w tomato)

The stand to look for

The stand to look for

The amazing chef

The amazing chef

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Genoa to Venice

Saturday 19th Jan, end of cruise

rain 7 °C
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We had to be out our cabins at about 7:30am today which sucked. Alicia and I managed to be the first ones out which I thought was impressive. Annoyingly it had decided to rain that day. We had to catch two trains, going via Milan. We managed to bein a cabin on the first train with another aussie who was working in Nice. It doesn't matter where you are in Europe you will always meet Aussies! Spent pretty much the entire two train rides watching A Very Potter Musical.  

Our apartment in Venice has an awesome living room, apparently the building was actually the Doge's. Walked around that night to find a restaurant and just about died from the cold. But had the most awesome cuttlefish pasta. Alicia and I shared that and a gnocchi with ragout sauce and it made our lips and tongues black! I can totally pull off goth by the way.

Alicia and I on the last morning in our yacht club robes

Alicia and I on the last morning in our yacht club robes

Our apartment in Venice

Our apartment in Venice

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Rome

Friday 18th Jan

semi-overcast 8 °C
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I decided to go into Rome today (we docked in Civitavecchia) as I had never been there before. Everyone else had so I was by myself, although Alicia and Gary did do Rome but by themselves. The tour started with a drive around to see some of the mainssites from the bus such as the Colosseum, the Forum, Caeser's Palace, and the Victor Emmanuel Monument in addition to the area where they did the chariot races. It is very strange when you consider how old some of these buildings actually are, makes you feel very, very small! I found it different to what I expected in terms of the lack of space around these monuments, I was kind of expecting them to have all this empty space around them but the are surrounded by buildings and infrastructure.

We then went to St Peter's Cathedral. I decided to go up the Cupola, 551 stairs later... But it was a great idea as it went in around the dome at the top of the cathedral so you got a look down into the cathedral and a better view of all the decorations around the top of the dome. The only thing was it was damn windy when you got outside! I had taken an extra jumper but inside the bus had said 20 degrees and so I thought I would be fine but umm  turns out it meant 20 degrees in the bus as it was like 5 degrees outside! We only had an hours free time in the area and so by the time I had got through the queue and up and down from the cupola there was only 15 minutes til meeting time. So I did a quick 5 minute run around the inside of the cathedral, I was like speedy tourist gonzalas running around trying to take a photo of everything. Then when I got back to the group we were there for another 10 minutes.  

At this point we went back to the boat, which was annoying as we still had about 4 hours in port. I had misunderstood the information about the tour in that I thought we would have the whole afternoon to wander around the vatican rather than just an hour. Although I was a little relieved as by this point I was starving! Unfortunately we got back at 2:30 which is when lunch ended. I just pigged out at high tea instead.  

Karen, Pete and Fiona were already back and we were sitting in the lounge reading when a group of Americans who had obviously just boarded sat behind us. Sorry I mean rich old Americans. We were then unable to not hear one of the ladies life story. This consisted of her reminiscing about being voted prettiest in school, how very difficult it was for her to have two kids AND work four and a half days a week, stories about all these boys that were in love with her but she had to turn down because she didn't love them, how she didn't love her husband when they were first married but he told her to just put on the ring and it would happen... And so on. This whole time I don't think anyone managed to read a single page, it took all my concentration not to burst out laughing. The funniest bit though was when Karen got involved in a conversation with the other lady about clothing on the cruise. According to this lady one must always match ones shoes to ones underwear. This posed a real problem to her as she did not have space to pack many shoes. The only solution was to bring mostly black panties. I believe this is the epitome of first world problems.  

Alicia and Gary got back just before we left the port, which was annoying as I think I would have seen more going with them than going on the tour. We had our last dinner on the boat which was very sad. I don't think I have mentioned our waiters yet but they were pretty awesome. We had an italian girl and indonesian boy. At the beginning we thought that the girl was going to be really proper and judge us, but she chilled out after a bit. She was hilarious because everyone time someone ordered and it included the special they would get a perfecto and if they didn't get the special they would get a condascending mmm. Today I may have ordered the special just so I could get one last perfecto. The guy was hilarious because it was his job to give you bread and he would always give you one more than you said you wanted. It was also his job to give us our butter each night, there was a different flavour every night such as truffle, paprika, pink pepper, pecorino, etc. Every night this became a big presentation. The funniest night was when he brought out a meal too early and got this look and was honestly shooed away by the girl the way you would shoo away a dog. My meal that night was a crispy guinea fowl,  tempura cod, eggplant and  cheese dish, veal shanks, and blueberry sorbet.

The Colosseum

The Colosseum

Columns surrounding St Peters Square

Columns surrounding St Peters Square

Detail of inside of dome in St Peters cathedral

Detail of inside of dome in St Peters cathedral

View of St Peters Square climbing cupola of cathedral

View of St Peters Square climbing cupola of cathedral

View over part of Rome from the top of St Peters Cathedral

View over part of Rome from the top of St Peters Cathedral

The main dome (right) and a smaller dome of St Peters Cathedral

The main dome (right) and a smaller dome of St Peters Cathedral

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At Sea

Thursday 17th Jan

We don't like to talk about today. It was our last sea day and I think the most apt description of it was a baptism by fire for Alicia and I. I got up late and so missed breakfast but had a big lunch. It was rather on the rocky side, so was not the best idea. I found Alicia curled up on the couch in her parents room and decided she had the right idea. Apparently the waves were a grade 9 and the winds a grade 10. I am not sure what that means exactly but apparently it is bad. According to Karen she has had some this bad before but they have only ever lasted an hour or two, this was a full days worth, we were rocking like crazy when I woke up, and still going when I went to sleep. I had to take Karen's anti-nausea tablets at about twice the frequency the packet recommended. Even though, any movement from my curled up position was dangerous. In the end the only casualty out of the four of us was Gary. I don't know how Pete and Fiona fared, but apparently they made it down to the buffet which I found impressive, even if Fi only managed about three chips. I only got as far as a ham and cheese sandwich from the room service menu for dinner, which was actually quite nice.

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