Crossed the Equator during the night and the Headmaster has his foot down to ensure that we arrive at the Panama Canal, in time for our transit.
Despite the fact that we are now in the Northern Hemisphere, a crossing of the line party was held at 2:30pm.
One of the ladies we had dinner with last night – the one giving CPR – was really excited about the prospect and had signed up the take part in the ceremony. Not quite sure why someone would volunteer to be covered with gunge and kiss a dead fish – probably, the certificate designating you as a “Shellback”, rather than a “Pollywog” has hidden attractions.
It reminded me of a question in a recent quiz, on the book that featured the Dashwood sisters – correctly answered Sense and Sensibility. I think it was there that the father said of the youngest sister, that she was the “silliest girl in the county” – probably would have found some competition here.
Speaking of the quiz, we were back to a full team but scored to the lower end of our range. Coming to realise that, while increased numbers broaden the pool of knowledge, they also add to the number of fixed opinions – not that I am sulking about my overruled correct answer.
Decided to attend the delayed Captain’s cocktail party – he sent his apologies, saying he had to mark homework. Had an excessively good time and went on to the disco to dance until late – seemed like a good idea at the time.