Rough Atlantic

We sailed gently out of Gibraltar this morning and I think I can safely say we 'hit' the Atlantic! These are the biggest seas I have seen since I took Sheona out to Accra in 1963; huge waves and swells which make the ship thud and shudder and sway. It means taking your life in your hands (slight exaggeration for effect!) to stand up and walk from A to B. However, the dining room was full and I think students are going to crowded places to be together for moral support. I feel there should be some reassuring words for them like 'This is nothing out of the ordinary' or 'You know we do this every other day' but there is nothing forth coming and some of them look nervous and ill. Apparently there was a huge storm in Casablanca last night so we were probably better off in GibraltarMy sincere admiration goes to one of the Profs who gave a talk this morning on how to bargain in the suks of Morocco. He was like Gene Kelly dancing across the central floor of the Union, grinning, lecturing and answering questions! What an act that was.

Our ETA in Casablanca is 10 pm tonight....if you read this think of us reeling about on the Atlantic....