The Dr Who cruise - Part 5
October 26, Thursday –Roatan
We got up at 7 with noshore excursion to do. Hubby did have a 9 AM appointment with 2 other fanwriters to collaborate on a short story. The DW guests would do a table readingof the freshly written stories on the last evening of the cruise. Since he hadthat appointment, he opted to go to the buffet for breakfast. I wanted to go tothe Main Dining Room. I like the Main Dining Room for breakfast and lunchbecause it’s less noisy, less confusing and less hurried than the buffet.
After breakfast, I wentto the card room to do some writing. This would give the steward a chance toclean our cabin.
We had appointments atthe spa for a couples massage. We arrived almost ½ hour early and had paperworkto fill out. For some reason, when it was time for our massages, they decidedit was too soon after his stent was put, and they could not do a massage onhim. Who knew one would effect the other? So I was the only one to get amassage after all. I knew I’d been dealing with a lot of stress, but she wasreally working my muscles hard! Afterwards, she told me my leg muscles were ashard as a wall. A few hours later, I realized my calves were sore, and my upperback/lower neck felt bruised. (Hubby confirmed that I was bruised there.)
Hubby came back aftermy massage, and the two of us went to the buffet for lunch. Then we went backto our cabin to write, but Hubby seemed restless and kept going off to walkabout. One time when he came back, he brought the 2 women from Australia who werethe rest of his writing team. He had made a change to their script and wantedto get their opinions on it.
The two ladies hadfound themselves with nothing to do for the afternoon. D had told them to justtake a taxi to the dolphin experience, and everybody would meet there. Theywent to the taxi stand, but couldn’t get a good deal, so they just came backaboard. We had a nice chat, they approved the change to the script, and thenthey gave him their email addresses so he could send them a copy of the scriptonce he got home.
About 7, Hubby told meto go down to the Schooner Bar and he’d catch up with me. I said I would firstgo to the pizza place to fill my tumbler with pop so I’d have something todrink at the bar, and he said okay. With such a large group, we very nearlytook up all the seats at the bar, so I sat down with the first batch of DWpeople I saw, thinking I would see Hub when he arrived. A short time later, Timcame by and told me Hubby was farther into the bar, holding a chair for me. SoI went to join him, but if he was ‘following’ me, how did he get ahead of me?Why didn’t he call to me when he saw me come in? Is it any wonder we lose eachother?
We went to dinner, andthe guest at our table tonight was a companion of the Troughton DW way back inthe late 60s. Unexpectedly, another table complained that there were too manypeople at their table, and not everyone could sit down. So D went over to seewhat was going on, and even though he had already been at our table once, Rosscame over to join our table. Double fun! And there was no soup drama tonight,although the servers did break out into a dance. And those diners who were soinclined joined in.
Others at our tablewere going mini-golfing after dinner, while others were going bar hopping. Butour group shore excursion the next day started at 7:30 AM, so we went to ourcabin and to bed.
