Friday, 6th July 2012
I woke up in a pretty bad mood. An aftermath of the quite uncomfortable evening before, probably the worst evening since I started this trip. I’ll just mention the key words “restaurant”, “sitting and waiting for dinner for hours and hours” and “no one to talk to”.
But I was also looking forward to our last day in Martinique a little bit because I hoped to see a little more of the island, the beach, and the waterfalls.
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Thursday, 5th July 2012, 5:05 p.m.
When I got up, I was still reasonably motivated to actually go to the island that Pasquale and Gaél had raved about to me,
but first I met Gaél for the first time before breakfast
and he was completely exhausted (apparently, he had hardly
slept).
And then I realized that Christoph’s girlfriend was now sitting at “my” table with the cadets, and I was sitting there like a fifth wheel.
Maybe I’ll move to the crew mess completely in the future.
At least Pasquale and Gaél translate sometimes there,
or I can talk to Jerôme.
In any case, it’s much more pleasant there than with the cadets and officers (where you’re also always being watched closely by the captain or the chief).
Anyway, after breakfast, where no one (except Jean) talked to me
because they were too busy planning the day, I was completely demotivated and suddenly felt a hangover coming on.
