03.09.2008 - 14.09.2008 29 °C
Well since my last update I have spent most of my time in Spain and man what an amazing country! This place is just so beautiful – the buildings, the weather, the women, the beaches. But the other places I have been to are Portugal and Morocco, which to me are so totally different. As I write this we are docked in Lisbon again and I’m just not that excited about getting off the ship. Some people totally disagree with me but I feel Lisbon is a dirty city and people are out to rip you off, steal from you or sell you stuff (hash, sun glasses, whatever) which makes me feel uneasy. In Casablanca I tried to think of Isla and Rick, but as romantic as the movie makes out, this place is filthy, run down and old, but totally fascinating! We walked through the markets and the back streets towards the mosque, which was the nicest part of town other than the Hyatt hotel where we drank some mint tea.
Showtime for the evening of Casablanca was an amusing singer who didn’t really understand tempos and wanted to play everything too slow or too fast – I mean you just DON’T take Big Spender at 130 bpm!! But alas this is the job and we have to suck it up entertain the ego of the guest performer no matter how unmusical their show is. Oh well. Anyway we reached the end of the show and our great cruise director was informing the audience of the evening’s activities and the procedures for the next day as they do and all of a sudden – WHAM! The ship must have hit some crazy waves but man we started flying all over the place. The audience were holding on, the cruise director was trying to keep his feet firmly on the stage and the poor band… we were sliding all over the stage, risers were bashing into each other, the piano players amp rolled into the wings, the sets for the production shows were crashing around. Apparently the rest of the ship had a hard time too. I spoke to one of the accapella guys who told me they had to stop singing in one of the bars because of the noise of bottle smashing as they fell from the bar, wine carts were rolling around, art works were falling off their easels! Luckily the big waves only lasted a couple of minutes but then all night the ship was in a constant circle as we headed up the coast towards Cadiz. I hadn’t felt sea sick at all in the month I have been here until then. Although I wasn’t sick I certainly didn’t enjoy my night. I went to bed, curled up and tried to sleep through it knowing that when I woke up I would be in amazing Cadiz and I could go to the beach, drink beer and finally get to go swimming.
The next part of my journey is the transatlantic crossing to New Jersey and despite my optimistic view apparently we can expect some more of the rough seas we experienced off Morocco. Last night however was smooth sailing and for the first time we finally got the whole band together for a social event! This seems to never happen as there is always someone who wants to sleep or go ashore or has some other plans etc. But last night we pulled out a giant bottle of vodka that one of our brilliant guest artists bought for us and took up residence in the backstage area. Our sax player has a very nice Bose sound dock and we all took our laptops, ipods etc and listened to some killer tunes and got rather tipsy. It was a brilliant night, but for every good night there is a bad day. Thank god for the box of horse strength Ibuprofen I bought in La Coruna!!
Anyway that’s about it for now, next stop – The Azores!!