The seas were angry today my friends, plus what happened yesterday.

Before we talk about today's sea story, let's talk about yesterday's sea day. 

But first, to what I've been doing in my spare time. I like writing, and I like milk, so I wrote a book on the history of milk. Unfortunately, milk has been around such a long time, that my initial draft was over 1,800 pages, which is way too big for a book, so I've had to do a shortened version, a condensed milk version, I would say.

So yesterday was your standard sea day. I ran for an hour on the treadmill in the morning, or the late morning because breakfast takes a while to settle. Annette went to a talk on terrorism and then headed to the buffet area to do some new house and garden planning (Ed. because they had tables and I was using my laptop). I found her there and had a chocolate brownie with chocolate ice cream because that is what you need to recover after a run. 

Lunch, rest and then to the gym for both of us around 4. I need to work on my abs a little in case the guy in the acrobatics group gets injured and they need me to come off the bench.

Then, I finally made an appearance in the pool. Why is it so hot? Why is the spa so extra hot?

Buffet dinner, looked for the opening world cup game on the sport channel, then sleep.

Some time at maybe 4 or 5am, there was lots of noise and creaking and a noticeable swaying of the cabin. It woke us up. I continued to sleep, sort of, with my mp3 mask on (yes, a total blackout mask with inbuilt earphones. Do yourself a favour and get some).

Annette decided that it was too much for her and at approximately 5:39am when I decided to go to the toilet, she thought it was the right time to throw up.

I went back to bed and she wandered to the deck in an attempt to feel better. 

It was very windy apparently and we were in a notorious location for roughish seas. It's 10pm when writing this and we have similar conditions minus the vomit. A bit of swaying, lots of noise and potentially no sleep tonight (but I did find the world cup channel).

So today was Valletta, Malta. We figured the normal 4ish hours on land and back for lunch. We were docked on the wrong side of the harbour so had to catch a shuttle ferry for 5 minutes.

First stop via walking way too far was the high elevator that goes up to ... wait for it ... the old town. 

A totally different one to the others. More jewellery shops to trap a passing editor, lots of restaurants and around 7,000 people jostling for position from the 3 cruise ships in port. 

We took a few wrong turns today and every one of them meant a long walk back up many steps.

The main wrong turn was looking for a ferry across to another fortress. We found it eventually, got a seniors price in, used their facilities and got the ferry back.

Our only problem then was getting back to wherever the shuttle ferry back to our ship left from. 

We stumbled upon a sign that said cruise ships, found our ferry and made it back on board at about 4:30pm. We never got around to lunch, but the burger bar was open to save our lives. Dinner and a show. Sleep on roughish but not vomit inducing seas.

Day 3 in the same post.

Another sea day, gym, food, gym food, sleep.