Thursday 7th November and Oceana is slowly sailing northwards along the Spanish coastline. The winds have continued to batter the ship, and the swell is tossing us around quite violently. One of the side effects of the pills the doctor gave me, is that they are a very good sea-sickness treatment. I think I would be feeling quite ill by now without them.
It is cloudy and the sea has changed its colour back to that dark grey North Atlantic. There is little chance of getting time in the sunshine today.
My sore throat is perhaps slightly better, but the ‘Cute Itis’ has now blossomed into a full blown cough and runny nose cold. The aches around my body suggests it is a virus and my flue jab doesn’t appear to have had any effect on it.
After breakfast in the restaurant, I set myself up in my little office space in the Atrium on level 7. Just as I started to update my diary, the Captain came on the Public Address system to say “Good Morning”. He warned us that the weather was going to get worse, and the 3 – 4 metre swell we were experiencing now would increase to 6 metres by lunchtime, and upwards of 9 metres through the evening.
Worse still, the swell is going to be so bad at the entrance to La Coruna, that he cannot safely attempt to get into the planned port tomorrow morning. Behind the scenes he had been talking with port authorities and Carnival House, and we are going to have a stop at Vigo instead tomorrow. Deb and I weren’t disappointed. We had been to La Coruna a number of times, and Vigo will make a change.
Meanwhile we will have to suffer the angry sea today, and yes it is angry.
Deb set off for her Fit Step class but came back almost immediately as there wasn’t one scheduled for this morning. She changed out of her exercise kit, and we went for a mid morning cup of tea in the buffet.
Up there is was easy to see just how lumpy the sea was. It was a boiling cauldron of waves and swell lifting us up and unceremoniously dropping us down again. Progress was a cork screw that made Oceana jiggle . Down in our cabin on Deck 5 we could see waves quite close up, and spray was flying up above the level of our window.
We did little else than relax for the morning with our books, but soon it was time to get ready for our Top Loyalty Tier Lunch.
It was a lovely 90 minutes chatting with like minded cruisers and with our host who is the Housekeeping Manager. We met him on Aurora when sailing around the Amazon earlier this week, and it was good to catch up. The menu was quite nice, but my throat is allowing little or no taste sensations, but the wine was numbing the ache, and more importantly, the cough.
Our lunchtime efforts meant it was time to read, and sleep, but we did manage a walk for a cup of tea in the buffet.
This was the last formal evening of the cruise, but we had no interest in eating in the main dining room. Instead we went to the buffet for a Thai themed snack.
From there we went to the theatre to watch the Headliners tribute to ‘Queen’. This is the first time we have seen this on the big stage for many years. To be honest I was surprised the shows weren’t cancelled with the way the ship was moving, but the girls and boys entertained us wonderfully.
They had three shows during the evening, so after going to the early show, we had lots of time to sit in Magnums, and chat about the cruise. It has not been exciting or exhilarating but turned out to be what we wanted – a break from the moving home. The sunshine of the Canaries was wonderful of course, but the food and the latest round of budget cuts is really drilling into the pleasure of cruising with P&O. This is the first time for many years that we are coming home from a cruise without another one booked.
Tomorrow we will be arriving into Vigo, but I was not very confident of a good night’s sleep with the movement of the ship. We were now being lifted very high, and the crashing as we dropped back was quite horrendous.
Perhaps it will be better tomorrow.