WEDNESDAY 31 OCTOBER
It was with mixed feelings of sadness and excitement I left Lisboa behind me and begun my journey to Sao Paulo. It is now 5:43 am and a nightmare has woken me up.
I’m wide awake sitting here in our cabin, it’s still pitch black outside but I can see the white foam that our boat creates with every knot forward.
We arrived to Sta Apolonia yesterday at 2:30pm, an hour and a half earlier than check-in should open. We unloaded our thirteen bags onto five trolleys and in about an hour we were done. Check-in was open early, and despite the queue of other gypsy like travellers with a million bags moving their whole life, it was a surprisingly painless process. We got to our rooms to get the key cards and went back out to say good bye to family and friends who had lovingly come to see us of. And what’s a good bye without Champagne and shit loads of tears? These guys are real choronas and it made even the toughest of Vikings tear up.
Well onboard we were starving and tired, especially Jr. I think the emotions were too many in one day for a Latino. At dinner we sit with two Brazilian couples (well, I’m yet to discover any other nationality) roughly our age (good surprise, they’re not all retirees). One guy was from Minas and had the strongest of the Mineiro accent and to most of his comments you could only but giggle. It was good. The other couple we had a coffee with in the bar afterwards, so we have made friends already. Just as expected! It’s inevitable not to make friends with Brazilians and more so with my husband around (he is like that old lady on the bus who insists on talking to you whether you like it or not).
It was an early first evening and I’m now ready to get on with day one. I guess I just have to wait until the sun is up.
After a few Sudoku games I finally fell asleep for a bit. We crawled out of bed at 9:30am with breakfast as our only motivation. We were still as tired as the day before. After breakfast we went sightseeing, checking out every inch of the boat. We came across the gym and agreed “tomorrow” is a better day to start being healthy. We both feel slightly dizzy as the waves are big so the boat is rocking constantly. We have taken some pills to avoid getting seasick, but they make you tired instead. After lunch and two glasses of red it was crucial to go for a nap. It’s now 3:51pm and I’m sat on our bed trying to wake Sleepy. He breaths, the only sign of life; he is moving slightly from side to side along with the waves… I hear a snore; I know I need to take action or he will stay awake all night long.
Day one is almost over, tomorrow we are in Fuchal, Madeira. I wonder if the earth will continue rocking…