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April 11, 2009
Beyond a few key events – the “Crossing the Line” ceremony as we passed the equator, the approaching spectacle of Table Mountain as we sailed into Cape Town, the various films depicting what life in Australia was going to be like and coming second in the fancy dress competition dressed as Danny La Rue – my memory of life on board the Castel Felice is little more than a series of loosely connected scenes. I do remember making friends, as well as the odd enemy or two. Perhaps most memorable of all was the ocean stretching endlessly in all direction for days on end.