We turn our clocks backward again tonight so we will be four hours behind Vancouver in time, but a day ahead. [And again tomorrow!!!]
We went to bed Sunday evening and woke up Tuesday Morning. Puff, no Monday, August 26 here. There is at least one person on board whose birthday disappeared this year. The International Dateline is an amazing thing that is sometimes difficult to understand, let alone explain it.
Our good friends Rod and Lyn came to visit us once after doing this journey, only going in the other direction. I could not handle so many nights where the clock is turned forward so frequently, going back as we are makes for extra time to sleep in!
We now have only one more sea day before we arrive in Russia. On the schedule they really had Monday shown as a sea day but this morning it has also magically disappeared as a result of the dateline!
We regain the lost day flying home, that is why we arrive at home before we leave by the gaining of those missing 24 hours. Confusing.
I spent some of my free time trying to capture Bayeux Tapestry as a result of a comment from a friend at work, Dawn.
[Funny things are beginning to happen to the Internet now, I may be out of contact for a day or so, hope not but who knows. I now have Japanese characters appearing on my computer!]
It is hard to fully grasp what it all means. It really is a poorly made piece and was never meant to last 1000 years. It was embroidered in many segments and then poorly stitched together, we were told.
[Funny things are beginning to happen to the Internet now, I may be out of contact for a day or so, hope not but who knows. I now have Japanese characters appearing on my computer!]
On deck for a brisk walk early today. Not many with us out there, five others to be exact.
Lunch on the covered pool deck was Caesar salad. Note the bowl carved of Parmesan cheese.
Well, here it is Dawn: in full length, all 230 feet of it!
It is 230 feet by 20 inches and is embroidered. It tells the story of events leading up to the invasion of Britain in 1066 by A Norman Duke, eventually history named him, William The Conquerer. There is much to tell about the embroidery but I am not the expert.
I did spend a bit of time at our end of the ship capturing what I could under poor conditions to give you a sense of it all. At all the stairwell landings.
Preparations to invade.
Battle scene.
Obviously the battle.
King Harold of Britain, killed that day by an arrow in the eye, reportedly.
Relaxing waiting for a talk to start after lunch.
At dinner tonight in a very nice Italian restaurant.
[I seem to have forgotten how to smile!]
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