Aborted Plans to the Pearl Farm

Sunday, Feb. 1st
Yesterday, nothing went according to my original plan, but it was most enjoyable, anyway. It was a perfect example of when plan A doesn't work be ready with plan B. The first surprise was a telephone call inviting me to go to breakfast (usually I skip breakfast). From up on the deck we saw the excitement of trying to fit this big ship into a tiny lagoon entrance (there was already a delay in landing, due to the tide; we had to wait, and the announcement was that maybe we would have to skip it altogether.) In the end, it appeared that we went in sideways! Then, I thought to remain on the ship and do some "household" chores as well as read a chapter in the computer book, but on my way to lunch, I ran into a friend who wanted to go on land, so we did so, thinking to go to the Pearl Farm that we had heard about. However, on Saturday and Sunday the hours were changed, and it was not possible to get there, so we just took a walk to the other end of the island, and enjoyed the lovely scenery and listening to the waves lap on shore. Back on the ship, I started to iron, but left it to go up to afternoon tea, where I joined an acquaintance from last year, and we chatted for a while. Following that I ran into my Yoga teacher, and we went up on the top deck to watch the ship maneuver out of the narrow opening, into the Pacific again. The wind was enough to knock one over, such that I couldn't hold the camera steady.I have pictures, but still cannot upload them. There was a really good ventriloquist act for entertainment before dinner, and before I knew it, it was time for bed.
I start every day betwee 5:30 and 6:00, and dinner is only finished after 10:30 because we sit and talk long after we have finished eating, so I usually skip the late entertainment shows in favor of bed. Tonight, there is a special barbeque buffet on the top deck.
Now, I have to hurry since I am taking a tour of Mooréa today, and we are almost there.