In open water.
Today I decided to spice it up a little and “go up 100 decks” before the day is out. My plan is to ignore all the downs and only count every up. There are only 15 decks accessible to me in one shot – so my plan would require stealth and cunning, as well as accurate counting.
In order to break up the monotony (and not look so foolish) going up and down all those steps I tried to utilize every staircase I could find. Earlier today the captain gave a hint that there was a definite place to view the bridge from. I discovered this place (his hint was pretty obvious) here’s the bridge of the 1,021′ vessel on which I am sailing.
That’s it, that’s everything. The space in which this console is located as room for at least 3 more of these consoles. My guess is the captain plays a little 9-hole on the bridge. Why else would there be so much space?
Then I find out at dinner this is where the captain keeps his moped which I saw him driving through the promenade today. His yellow Harley is stored somewhere deeper within the bowels of the ship and finds it’s way out when the captain heads into a port.
The day began with a dip in the hot tub and ends with trying to fit all that stuff back into my suitcase.
By the way, as of this posting I have traveled UP 99 decks. Only one more to go before I retire tonight.
