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Aguila Glacier - or not
Urgh. The intercom woke me telling me it was breakfast time at 8am. I ate breakfast then went back to bed. Cynthia, across from me at my table bored me again. She seemed much more fun last night. I'd looked at the itinerary for the day and I was only missing a presentation of "Strait of Magellan", a sailing knots class and a "Welcome to Chile" presentation. None of which I was that interested in. So I got back up again for lunch at 1, feeling so much more with it! Lunch was delicious but non eventful, apart from the Bills and their wives had also only just woken up and nursing similar heads after last night. So we reminisced a little, ate lunch then I went back to my room again. We are getting off and seeing the Aguila Glacier at 330.
It was cancelled. The weather didn't meet the minimum safety requirements. It's too windy. I can't help but think if there weren't so many oldies on here, we'd be allowed. I'd be happy to sign some sort of disclaimer and go for it!
So what else is there to do? Free bar! Last night I had suggested to Cynthia that she join us for drinks and giggles. No she said. She's a very private person and couldn't handle the interrogation I said they would give her, as they had me. But today I asked her again and she agreed and came with us. We found a "quiet room" last night which we took over again today. The few people who were in there quietly reading or contemplating soon left. I found myself going up and down to the bar too many times so the next time I asked Simon the barman can I just take the bottle of gin and a few cans of tonic? Sure he said and gave me an ice bucket full of ice too. I then asked him (only cos I couldn't carry it all. How rude do you think I am?) if he could bring some nibbles down too, which he also agreed to. Everyone immediately interrogated Cynthia as I expected they would and she was more than happy to talk about her time working in Antarctica. No there are no polar bears there which is all I was interested in.
The others taught me how to play the card game "hearts", which seems very complicated. Especially when 5 people are trying to tell you the rules all at once! Everyone in the group including me, in case you don't know me, is outrageous and we're all loud and inappropriate! We played until dinner at 745.
The dinner was the captain's farewell pretentious dinner. He was there, groom like, shaking hands with everyone as we entered the dining room. "Who's driving the boat!" I exclaimed when I saw him!
Omg I wanted to kill myself listening to Cynthia the whole dinner while my friends were all on the next table laughing and giggling. Why do some people not get hints and obvious body language? I was looking out the window, looking at my camera, even saying I'm going up to my room in a bit, and STILL she kept talking. All about her self and her work. I was completely NOT interested. I asked no questions, I showed no signs of interest but STILL she went on!!!! I've spent 3 days with this woman and only now has she found out I have a daughter! As soon as was politely possible I joined my friends. Phew. Sanity.
We went to the bar (obviously) and were all shown photos of our trip. We'd been told earlier we could give reception our memory cards and they put all the pics together so we can watch. That was nice. And sometimes funny.
Some guy randomly came up to me with a bottle of Baileys and said here. Thanks I said. I collected my bottle of gin from old Bill and was surprised to note it was almost finished! Bill accepted no responsibility. So I took it to the bar and asked Simon to exchange it for a fuller one. Which he promptly did. He also filled my flask with Disaronno. So now I have a full bottle of baileys, a half full bottle of gin and a full flask of Dissaronno to carry with me to all my next few cheap and nasty hostels! Cool.
Tonight was a deep conversation night, compared to last night's party night. We all shared stories from our lives and cried with each other. I will definitely see these mental people again.
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