Heavy seas, grey water and a challenging hike

Touching the foot of the statue on Hernando Magellan's memorial

I started my blog session from my bed of pain. I’d been holding it together, though it was touch and go. I stoically gathered together last night’s attire in readiness to go to the restaurant. I’d already declared to Nick that he’d be drinking on his own. As we started coming out of the fjords and heading briefly back into the sea, a force 8 made movement around the ship pretty tricky. I then started returning to my original whiter shade of pale. Ooohhhh sounds like a great name for a song! Spray was flying past our balcony and we’re on deck 10.