Trip Start Mar 04, 2014
23Trip End Apr 02, 2014
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Believe it our not, our ride on the Pacific Ocean has been smoother than yesterday's lazy river ride. The sea has been incredibly calm since leaving Cabo San Lucas in Mexico making for a wonderfully smooth cruising experience for the last 6 days.
We've got another rest day at sea today to recover from the excursion of the last two tour days. It is much more tiring sitting on a coach all day than laying out on a sunbed , and there is all the snacking to catch up on.
We went to a wine tasting event in the afternoon as a research project to help with the development of my alternate persona. It is still a work in progress but following the success of last summers grape harvest at Chez Cooper, I am planning to portray myself as a wine producer in the Trent Valley using the brand name Wystan Estates ( all true so far). The north bank of the Trent just outside Derby offers a perfect microclimate and gravelly soil conditions ensure the vines are well drained. Last seasons crop was the best in our history and we bottled almost 1000 centilitres of wine ( the Americans won't have a clue how much a centilitre is and they are bound to be impressed by the seemingly large number). It's all true with just a slight amount of embellishment so I can't see a problem, unless of course we are dining with the Ernst and Julio Gallo family when I try it out.
The Man Utd. V Man City game was being shown on TV so I watched the second half while Minnie went mooching around the shops.
Tumbleweed blew through the dining room this evening. We were dining with a retired civil engineer and his wife, both of whom were from California. I asked him if a civil engineer was an engineer who didn't swear when he hit his thumb with a spanner. He looked at me as though I was from another planet, which of course I might just as well have been. My attempted joke lost so much in translation.
There was more tumbleweed in the theatre later. The star of the show was an American impressionist. We thought we might have a problem recognising any American subjects and we weren't far wrong. Other than Scoobie Doo, I didn't have a scoobie who he was supposed to be. Even his jokes fell a bit flat as they had been used by the comedian who was on the night before.