On board the MV Pont-Aven en route to Santander across a completely un-tossed Bay of Biscay is, surprisingly, a welcome pause to quell the less-than-tranquil traveller's mind before the off. It's a rather smart, comfortingly french ship avec mod cons including cinema, piscine and cabaret.
The large majority of my shipmates are english couples in their 60s, many avidly involved in puzzles, tabloid newspapers and, even, dominos. It is quite unreasonably snobbish of me to suggest that, on disembarkation, most will drive to their second homes where they will do puzzles, eat english food and watch sky tv. And why not? To be honest, my own extended preparation has yielded little more than a list of key words on the back of an envelope, so who am I to sniff?
Fortunately there is also a smattering of younger people, sporting maps, babies and guide books who have helped bolster my hopes that there is some point to this active travelling lark. If nothing else turns up I can, at least, report that I saw a dolphin surfing the ship's bow wave this morning! Also woke to a heartening message from Jack about the high number of FB 'likes' of my departure pic and the prospect of quite a long day's cruising before we get to Santander.
Quote of the day from Douglas Coupland's rather weird, 'Player One': The more one races on to one' s blog to assert one's uniqueness, the more generic one becomes.
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