We moved into a new time zone overnight... making Dr Freds morning the complete graveyard shift point of the trip... we were completely cream crackered by our day out yesterday and the lost hour didnt help... In spite of all this the lecture hall was pretty busy probably almost 200 bodies some looking quite dishevelled obvious making an effort to be there 🤣🤣 and a lot of guests are now much more knowledgable about the Moon.
The rest of the was spent on house keeping stuff... I cant believe how much mess we can make in 3 days across such a small space... we had an afternoon nap and then went fot afternoon tea... its so easy just to none stop eat... the food is ok but not amazing so its more about sustinence and filling time.
We are becoming familiar faces on board and lots of guests stop to chat with us or choose to sit with us at meal times. Drinks on the lido bar rerrace and a relativly early night as we hit Agadir first thing in the morning.
I forgot to say that everynight in the main theatre there is a show.... mostly chaps singing Michael Buble songs or violinists playing Bond themes... to be honest we have avoided them like the plague - but after having had dinner with one of the entertainers we went to his show and it was very good... Tom Crosbie 'The Performing Nerd' put on a very clever and totally nerdish performance... I think hes a Olsen cruise regular so some people will know exactly who I'm talking about. Most of our evenings are spent chatting with guests and/or stargazing.
Agadir... minor disappointment... the day didnt start well... but then again any holiday day starting before 7.00 rarely does... but the ship docked early and was leaving early so we needed to make tje most of the morning. There were shuttle buses taking us into town but they misled guests as to where we were dropped and as the ship does not provide local maps (MASSIVE OVERSIGHT) we then had to take a taxi to the main shopping/ souk area. Our taxi driver kept trying to take us to various shops on the way to the souk... I know the poor man was just making a living but we were cross about having to use a taxi anyway so 'pressure' selling didn't go down well....
Agadir was pretty much totally distroyed in a massive earthquake in the 1960's and was rebuilt in quite (for then) modern style and this reflected in the bazaar... which apart from sometimes (mostly) smelling devine could have been Leeds market back in the day .ok maybe not quite ..possibly more spice and pots but none of the 'ethnicity' I had hoped to find. I had hoped for something akin to the Marakech souk I visited many years ago but this was not the case. C'est la vie- it was still interesting but we decided to cut our losses and walk back throuh town to the beach which is what Agaditlr is famous for.
Of course no map - only Dr Fred the human sat nav... guided by the sun - we headed in the right direction but still got lost... however eventually thanks to two lovely women who found us a map we found the beach, posh hotel, expensive flash bars and thank goodness the pick up point for return to the boat.
The beach area was very different to uptown... cleaner, finished and full of lovely flowers but still could have been any resort where it was sunny...
Back on the ship we got very caught up in the 'sail away' party.... surreal experience, fab fun but really stange dancing in the sunshine to disco tunes on the back deck as Agadir recedes into the distance getting fainter by every last chord of Daddy Cool and Freak Out... and many more - all the entertainment crew and passengers having crazy dance time - it would been rude not to join in - we were stone cold sober and we were having a ball!
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