Quod oculus meus videt

By GrahamColling


Horror upon horrors, both our suitcases failed to arrive on the ship! Trying to find out what has happened, but suffice to say that the flight from hell has just elevated itself to the worst ever. Finally we have some of the crew on board take ownership of our problem. Haziel, the deck manager has even loaned L some shoes to wear as well as lending some hairspray. Nisar, the flight manager, is trying to find out what has happened to our bags.

Formal night is usually a black tie affair. I’m indebted to a crew member who has leant me a dress shirt, but I’m still wearing them over some walking trousers and trainers. Not quite sartorial elegance!

Didn’t sleep well with worry. Today is a sea day so little chance to find any clothes to buy and replace what is lost. Getting the feeling that the chances of being reunited with the suitcases is diminishing by the hour.

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