Thursday 13 October
A good night's sleep on the boat, conducive to sleeping when the boat is gently rocking.
I asked the purser about the hot tub. Off, as the boat is rocking to much; too much splashing.
The sad news is that QB has a cold. Yesterday we were hoping it was just a few sniffles but does not appear so.
The boat is large, cars, vans, trucks and lots of people. The seventh floor is all restaurants. Bars everywhere except in the rooms.
While we were sleeping some sort of medical emergency occurred which required docking. We arrive two hours late to Plymouth.
Got lucky with a taxi to the station and a train leaving minutes after we arrived.
Hotel calls itself a townhouse hotel. A short uphill walk from the station. Started right. No free city maps. May we have our sandwiches with mustard, please. They arrived without mustard but with lots of butter. We sent them back for spitting and remake.
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