Overall, my cabin really isn't that bad! I've already stayed in a lot worse. It's a bit chilly but the door locks, I have it to myself, and there is a proper bed and while grubby, acceptable. I got some well worn sheets and there's even an en suite bathroom. I had very low expectations and have been surprised they have been (slightly) exceeded.
Dining options on board are limited. I have found a cafe on board which rustled up something(!) Much needed as I ate very little yesterday and needed something filling today. I have also developed a taste for black sweet tea which is pretty much ubiquitous in these here parts. Dinner tonight is a pomegranate (a gift from a grateful taxi driver - it was the least he could do having charged me twice the going rate) a bottle of peach squash, 3/4 of a packet of Cheddars, and the last two chunks of the Bulgarian Toblerone.
I've realised over the past couple of days that I don't like not knowing things. I can assess risk, deal with disaster and work with ambiguity no problem but total lack of information about anything stresses me out. For example, when does the boat arrive? (shrug) how long does the crossing take? (Shrug) where can I get a cup of tea? (shrug) where is my cabin? (Shrug). It's a form of torture in a way. I know nothing about nothing over here and I'm learning how to deal with it - gradually. I'm not sure what I'll be able to do with either this knowledge about myself, or how to turn it to my advantage back in the world but it's an interesting discovery. Good job I've got plenty of time to mull it over.
Cabin
Bathroom
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