Nightlife in the Atlantic

It’s 3 a.m. and out of almost 1400 passengers with us here on the Costa Romantica ship, I seem to be the only one awake. At least the only one in any of the public areas. I don’t know how it is on other cruise ships but nightlife here is very quiet. I woke up shortly after 1 a.m, left our cabin around 2.a.m. and was sure I would catch some of the ship’s nightlife – the disco, the bars – but all is quiet. The only person I can find to talk to is an Indian security guard from Bombay. He’s been with Costa since 2001, before that he worked for 11 years in the hotel industry in Dubai.  He likes the Northern European cruises best.   He confirms for me that the increased ship’s motion is due to us having passed through the Straits of Gibraltar into the Atlantic (we are now steaming down the Moroccan coast towards Casablanca).

 

The ship’s rolling motion was definitely one of the reasons I woke up, last night’s Gala dinner may be another.  Just as I thought things were calming down, we have a new challenge – the sea. I always thought I have good sea legs – I have vague memories of traveling with my parents when I was about 10 years old to Israel (Haifa) from Genoa on a Zim passenger ship (Zim sold those at least 20 years ago….) and my Dad and I were the only passengers to turn up for a meal – everyone else felt unwell.

 

Meanwhile it is me who is feeling it here, we’ll see how the others take it. I suspect Irit will be sensitive – she already mentioned the ship’s motion yesterday when I didn’t feel it at all.  My security guard friend tells me that the ‘worst’ is on the leg from Tenerife to Funchal (Madeira) when we cross the Gulf of Lions. I’ll have to check it out. Lilly and Albert probably won’t feel a thing. They don’t make them like that anymore.