03/06/2016, There are quite a lot of German travelers on the ship.

Some very obviously cruising for the very first time,like the young couple having breakfast opposite,she in high heels and a tight dress, he in lacquer shoes and sharply pressed trousers. I have seen them several times before and every time wonder where on earth he gets his abominable shirts from. She looks good, why doesn't she put her foot down? Or are they just at the beginning of their courtship and her criticism may be premature? Some,the older travelers, appear to be seasoned cruisers with the air of- don't mess with me,I know what I am doing- about them. And nowhere is it more obvious than in the Library. Loud,loud, and loud. But still they cannot beat the Brits in bad manners. Because no-one does bad manners better than the Brits. Lunchtime. Self service in Lido. I sit down at a small table next to another small table occupied by a middle aged couple. I smile, say bon appetit. She looks up without a word. Without a word. Just looks at me blankly. He doesn't even lift his head in my direction. Who does that? I have said it before and to my regret I will say it many times yet - there is no buffoon like the British buffoon.