>There is a lot of stuff in my cabin. The cabin is tiny – maybe 4 meters by 2 1/2. And none of the stuff is mine. My roommate, a wonderful girl, has a ton of stuff. Sometimes I feel like I’m drowning in my own cabin. The stuff does bug me. Sometimes I put something down only to have it swallowed up by the cabin and I can’t find it again amongst all the stuff. I sit there and stress about out stuff intermingling, and play game where I mentally circle my stuff.
Here it is – our cabin. I have circled all my stuff in pink. It makes me feel better. You can enlarge the pic by clicking on it. Is it my imagination, or does she really have a lot of stuff?
(The huge red heart that says “We love you Stacey” is MINE!)
There is a crew tour tomorrow in Cochin, India. “The Backwaters of Cochin.” It sounds kindof unappealing, and I am sure there will be a lot of great photo ops.
They closed the laundries on us a couple days ago. There is nowhere to get fresh water ashore, so the ship has been making its own water. They are trying to conserve this water so they won’t let us wash our clothes. Finally they decided to open the laundry, and at that point something in the main laundry broke and now they are using the crew laundry machines to wash all the guest linens. Now that is something amazing.
Everyone is running out of different items. I am picking gym clothes out of my dirty laundry pile. Some guys are out of socks, and some are out of tee shirts. Luckily I have a lot of clothes to wear still.