The last day of my cruise on Ventura and I'm black and blue after finally plucking up courage to have a go on the bungee trampoline.
I thought it was just a matter of bouncing up and down with bungees attached, but it's exhausting and my arms feel like they've been pulled from their sockets.
Great fun though!
Anyway, I can tell we're nearing old Blighty because it's raining, the fog horn has been blaring and suitcases have started to appear in the corridors. And we're still on the Bay of Biscay!
We have opted for what P&O Cruises rather oddly calls "self-help" disembarkation, which basically means we get off with our own luggage tomorrow morning.
That means there's no rush to get packed and, more to the point, we don't have to kick our heels around the ship tomorrow morning, with 3,000 other people also kicking their heels, waiting for the grey ticket we were originally given to be called at 10.15am, after having been asked to vacate our cabin at 8am.
I do understand they have to clean the cabins before the next passengers arrive, but out by 8am is a bit of an end-of-holiday shocker, especially as most people have only been staggering up to breakfast these last few days at sea at 10am.
But it's a shame that none of the lines has managed to come up with a more civilised way to get rid of the passengers who've paid so they can get the next lot on to spend, spend, spend.
Jane Archer
