Mid-morning, the Captain calls me to check on my welfare. He is concerned that some passengers get very bored with nothing to do on a working vessel. I tell him it’s perfect and that I’m enjoying the solitude, my writing, my reading and especially the food, although I’ve had to cut back as it’s too good. He politely invites me for a beer and to eat with the officers at noon tomorrow for the traditional Sunday meal. He will also organise a trip to the engine room and one to the outside decks.
This evening I continue watching Palin. On his voyage across the Pacific Ocean, also on a container ship, the crew played bingo for entertainment. Now in the Officers’ Recreation Room they have PlayStations. Palin is bored on his container ship voyage, whereas I love every minute of this. I do think this had a lot to do with Palin being on Day 58 with only twenty two to go and he was frustrated with the slow life jarring against the need to meet his deadlines. I have done half of my trip, with half to go, and I’m not stressed at all. Of course, our journeys are very different, not only in our routes, but Palin was in a race against time whereas I’m not. As a reward for crossing the International Date Line, Palin was given an initiation ceremony by the crew which involved having dyes thrown at him and him having to drink some awful concoction.