The room steward , also, is most obliging. We sent some things out to be pressed – at his insistence – I suppose I could have pressed mine, but he said only the tourist class did that!
I made an appointment for the Turkish bath hoping to lose some of my soreness. The massage was wonderful and made a new person out of me. I joined the others in the bar on the observation deck for a drink before lunch. This room is one of the few from which you can view the ocean as you sit – it’s at the front of the ship and you have an unobstructed view.
At the lunch table we were present with a bar chit – a gift from Margaret Barcus – and what a nice one! Allen & J also received some from friends. We forwent the wine at lunch but seem already to be in the habit of having it with dinner.
Clea, the last of Lawrence Durrell’s quartet.
At dinner tonight (dressed in our formal best) we discovered we were sitting next to the captain’s table. A rather dim honor, I imagine. A & J couldn’t get excited about the Bingo and went to the movie while Harry and I threw away several dollars playing. The British couple next to us each won a game – $15 (pounds) and $22 (pounds) respectively. Wonder why they pay in pounds? But then, everything’s price is quoted in pounds: one pound for a Turkish bath and massage, 2/6 for drinks, etc, etc.
Dancing started at 10:30 and there were some Paul Jones’sPaul Jones is the name used for a number of mixer dances that were popular in the first quarter of the 20th century but continue to be used in traditional dance settings to the present day. (tho’ they didn’t call it that) to mix couples up. Other games and prizes followed as well as some entertainment – singers and dancers – both rather attractive young couples. On the whole, the other passengers area a nice looking lot – a very few young people (probably more children than college age), more our own age than I expected and of course many older people including a few very antiquated ladies in Mrs. Sanford’s categoryI don't know if 'Mrs. Sanford' was someone mother knew or a fictional character. Anyone have any ideas? almost. There are many Britishers and a smattering of other countries – it would be interesting to know where they were from. We really ought to stir ourselves and meet some of them, but as yet I’ve been too lazy, too intent on relaxing.
It was with great disgust, therefore, that after Harry and I went to bed and read for awhile that I still couldn’t sleep. Altho’ the water is very calm and the boat sways very little, it’s difficult to adjust to. At four o’clock I took another sleeping pill – very discouraging.Tagged with: bingo • clea • paul jones • sleeping pill • turkish bath