Sea day - we slept until 8:00, then spent an hour or so walking on the deck to try to work off some of the overeating in which we have been indulging. We went to a Q&A session with the cruise director and the ship’s captain, then Roger went to a seminar in the exercise room on the secrets of a flatter stomach. The presenters were apparently pushing some sort of detox regimen. I sat with my computer in one of the lounges and relaxed.
This afternoon we played bridge with an Indonesian couple, Dimmy and Nora. They asked if we would be willing to partner them, as they cannot get along as partners. Before the afternoon was over, we could see why. She was the poorest of the four bridge players at the table, but she was the most imperious and demanding of the four. She did not know how to keep score, but kept checking that I put down the bids (for her convenience), and every score, sometimes even before I had collected my cards and handed them to the dealer. Early in the game, she asked if Roger bids four-card majors, then objected loudly when my partner asked me if I bid a particular convention (Staymen), which is the equivalent procedural question between two bridge players who have not played together before. As we wrapped up the afternoon after more than two hours of bridge, they asked us if we would be willing to play again at 2:00 on the next sea day, two days from now. We agreed, and later in our stateroom, Roger and I agreed that we would insist on Nora keeping score. After all, every good bridge player should be able to keep score.
The evening’s entertainment was a Spanish male foursome called Fourever who sang a 45-minute concert of mostly Spanish songs, but with a few in English. The baritone was particularly good. I tried to find them on Google for more information but had no luck.
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| Our cabin steward often left us a towel folded in the shape of an animal. |
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