I’ve hurt my back. I think I’ve pulled/ torn a muscle. Flat on my back all day apart from dinner, and regretted even that. Gave me time for a little proofreading. The onboard daily newspaper for the 30th stated that La Gomera is “The most north-westerly of the seven Canary Islands”. Well, firstly, there are not seven Canary Islands, there are thirteen, to my knowledge. And La Gomera is not the most north-westerly of them anyway. La Palma is. That’s the level of information accuracy given to P&O passengers. Good, eh?
Didn’t go anywhere. Didn’t do anything. Sat on deck for a bit, enjoying the warmth (24 degrees – did I mention that?) and then went back to the cabin to cool down!
We left about 12.45 am. People said the fireworks over the island were very pretty, but I was flat on my back in the cabin, watching the fireworks from around the world on the news, instead. I’m not a huge fan of fireworks, to be honest, so I turned off those as well. Happy New Year anyway.
It got pretty bumpy pretty quickly after we left the shelter of the archipelago and started heading back north. Also a leetle bit too blowy for sitting outside by late afternoon. I did it anyway and got a bit too chilled, so I went back to the cabin to warm up before dinner. At least the movement of the ship put a few people off coming to dinner, which made life a little easier for the waiters. Although some people are becoming unwell, so that doesn’t make life easier for the staff who have to clean up after them. I hope it doesn’t get really bumpy, because this bunch of passengers seem to be RUBBISH sailors!