As we navigate further and further south, there are whole days when we are at sea, sometimes several in a row. During this time, we've listened to geography lectures, played team trivia, borrowed books and movies, holed up in our cabins, got sick of our cabins, gone to the constellation lounge, magellan lounge, sky bar (a personal fave), ordered inordinate amounts of room service, worked out in the gym, gone to the spa and come back to our room only to try to get out again. We have nicknamed most of our fellow passengers by this time and we're pretty sure that Bo Derek, her trusty companion, John Derek, Big Australia and Lonesome Joe will be better off not knowing their new descriptive monikers. There are a few that we don't nickname because their real names are enough if said in the same way that Jerry Seinfeld always greets his annoying next door neighbor: "NEUMAN!!", said loudly and with a condescending sneer like the smell of something slightly bad just wafted into the room.Suffice it to say; the boat gets strangely small during these days.
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