Traveling with Mr. Golden Underwear.
Well today, the Captain is under the weather, although the weather is as dreary as I feel. We went to St. Peter’s Port in Guernsey, England; which welcomes you to Sunny Guernsey. Guernsey is to sunny as British teeth are to white. Keeping with the veal theme, Guernsey is known for it’s cows. I’m hoping I’m not suffering from Mad Cow’s disease, although fairly a sane cow should be pissed at my and Scott’s beef consumption. We set out in a tender, which was no “Love me tender,” but more closely tinder not tender, as the lifeboat continually swiped left and right in the current. Just hoping that I’m not patient zero with Norovirus or Legionnaire’s Disease, although as we head to Cherbourg, France, I guess it would be French Foreign Legionnaires Disease. Doubtful, as those of you who cruise know, I was diligent with my “washy, washy, happy, happy”. Heading to sleep before seeing lots of graveyards from WWII. Do we know how to have fun or what?
Rubber Chicken 