And so we wake to a rather different Christmas to the one that was planned or envisaged. Even the weather was better than the early forecast.
The captain announced our arrival in sunny Lyttleton before we were properly awake. So here we are, ten days after leaving NZ, back again – but stuck on board.
An exciting breakfast of yoghurt and fruit juice – nothing like our old Nottingham tradition of a slice of Pork Farms pork pie! I have no idea where that tradition came from, but I still remember it with fondness.
I rang for a couple of RAT test kits, as I had to test today and we only had one test kit left.
A knock on the cabin door a few minutes later and not RAT tests, but a bottle of bubbles and a plate of mince pies! A nice gesture from the staff.
I took the last RAT test anyway and it appeared to be negative, but then we had another package delivered and a note to say I had to take the RAT test at 5pm and someone from the medical dept would collect the test and result just after 5:15.
Although Paula wasn’t the best, she was better than yesterday and fetched me a decent coffee with an extra shot.
The front desk told us that they’d recorded last night’s carol service, so I snapped a pic from the TV.
The 5pm RAT test was indeed negative so I was cleared for a midnight escape, though I didn’t take advantage.
Our turkey Christmas dinner was fine with piles of turkey. Too much in fact.
Paula nipped out for a short while but came back feeling a bit emotional, a combination of the news from home, everyone else dressed up etc.
Early to bed again and we watched an ancient Tom Hanks movie.
So that was it for Christmas Day. One with ups and downs, but maybe one we’d probably not choose to place in our top ten.
Our real highlight, assuming Paula can manage it, is tomorrow in Wellington. Just our second day ashore.
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