Sunday morning and a lumpy, sullen sea. Heading below for poached eggs, I'm walking in zigzags. The ship is quiet as those not on duty sleep in after last night's really enjoyable Pacific party. Let's go back to yesterday afternoon.
Like all parties, tables have to be brought out.
There's the inevitable discussion about what goes where.
The homemade barbecue, which lives on deck, is power cleaned of rust.
Three hours later, somewhere in the smoke, Cadet Hrvoje takes charge of cooking everything from steak to chicken to seafood.
Chief Mate Hrvoje Horvat forgoes his diet.
Cadet Nathaniel Ladiana cranks up the music.
Second Engineer Bruno Tomic displays rare, very rare, talent.
As watches change, everyone gets to come. Ordinary Seaman Manuel Uytoco.
Deck Fitter Domingo Garfin.
Chief Engineer Ivo Jurin and Third Engineer Florencio Ordillo relax ...
... as Oiler Ernesto Sicatin croons old Filipino tunes.
Electrician Milan Cojic, Bruno and Captain 'Boni' pose.
And I, looking my sheepish self, somehow end up on the deck with Fitter Oscar Mataberde.
It was a great evening.
