Camping a night in a snow storm is quite relaxing when a reasonable breakfast is waiting at a warm place next door.
Cosy night packed in 850+ goose down.
As you take off your luxurious “QM 2” embossed bathrobe made from warm Egyptian terry cotton be sure to thank daddy for booking a cruise across the North Sea in November!
Cruising at 26 knots is likely the maximum velocity one should allow before risking soul lag, this tendency of the body to arrive before the mind.
A November breeze blowing along the Elbe river cleanses our minds. The ocean liner slides through the night, gently rocking us into endless possibility.
You never know what you might find at the end of a quick evening romp up to 2900 m.
As he is typing this Cranky is listening to the monks of St. Bernard chanting joyfully. They have been inhabiting this hospice at 2400 m for some 1000 years blessing the alpine environs with their community service. The plague, Napoleon, Hannibal’s troops including elephant, and the world wars have come and gone and still the monks are chanting and petting the thick fur of the St. Bernards.