Day Off
This picture is from my last day off, we went to the pyramids of giza and to cairo. I don’t know what I expected, but the second I saw the pyramids behind the sphinx, I couldn’t speak. Every time I tried to open my mouth, nothing happened.
When we got back to the boat, after a six hour round trip listening to Zamfir the whole way, we caught 2 hours of sleep and awoke at 230 am to begin our Suez canal transit. Not including the thousands of dollars it cost the boat, we paid almost 12 cartons of cigarettes.
We are currently in Port Ghalib, a sleepy diving mecca in the Red Sea. The closest provisioning is a 45 minute drive away and there is no fresh veg there. We have plenty of Gatorade on board, so we shouldn’t be concerned about scurvy before the next leg of the trip.
On my day off today, I had a choice:
1: 6 hours each way in a bus to Luxor to see the Valley of the Kings
2: Chill out and do nothing
Lets say you were me and you work about 14 hours a day and live at your job with your co-workers and your boss (I know who wears what kind of underwear) and you get one day off every two weeks to one month. Lets say your last “day off” was followed immediately by a 24 hour work day. What would you do?
This is what I am doing:
- As soon as I finished work yesterday I set up my poor neglected sewing machine and arted my little heart out until I couldn’t see to sew anymore.
- I woke up, on my day off, at 7 so I could finish my art project (I have to set up in the crew mess where everyone eats)
- Finished frosting Nick’s birthday cake ( I had to sneak a little work in and pick up my produce delivery from the hotel)
- Park my bottom in a breezy spot in a resort and update my website, eat greasy fries, drink a heineken, and try to remember all of the things I wanted to look up on the internet in the past month. Please scroll down and check out my new pages for pics of Egypt and my unbranded galley.
