Back on the ship my glasses died, an arm falling off completely. I shrugged, swapped them for the other pair, kept going.

Heading to find coffee my right knee died too, luckily not falling off completely. The 5km walk around town hadn’t seemed to hurt it so perhaps it was the added turn resistance from the carpets on the ship, or perhaps it was just time for me to stop walking.

Two slices of beef brisket and a couple of small potatoes for lunch, all of it roasted.

The ship’s weather forecast continued to warn ‘Chance of rain’, technically correct. 100% is still a measure of chance. I hid from it in my cabin, wondered what to do with my knee. ‘Nothing’ seemed the obvious option, even to the extent of getting room service to deliver coffee and dinner. I decided to give that a test for 4-5 hours, see how I was feeling by early evening.

For the second port in a row the tannoy names individual guests they’d like to contact Guest Services, just minutes after scheduled departure. Seems people aren’t doing too well at getting back on board in time.

As we cast off the sun emerged for the first time all day. The ship’s route included a drive-by of two former volcanoes so I stuck the forward camera view onto the TV rather than spending all afternoon on the observation deck waiting.

We actually turned into the bay by the peaks, did a very slow 300 degree turn to give everybody with a balcony a good view before moving off.

The sunset would’ve been pretty had it not been behind clouds. We were taunted by faint flashes of colour peeking through. I stopped at the pizza place on the way back to my cabin, ordered a Reuben Rye. It was ok.

Another early night. Sleepy.