But such simple pleasures can be easily taken away when ones first step of the day is onto a strategically placed ham roll left by a complete stranger who happens to still be sleeping in the opposite bunk!
But such oddities are the price of a good night, if I am correct in thinking that's what we had. An overnight ferry is a good place to get to know each other and the perfect way to start Dumball. After boarding we all headed for our cabin's which were allocated randomly - a cause of some confusion later at 3am!
An overpriced meal followed by overpriced drinks, accompanied by some dodgy guitar playing and slurred singing. Sambuka's get the party started. . . Dancing with George and Zippy, and being chased round the bar in a sweltering sheep costume by a Welshman shouting 'your a### is mine..!'. A Rogue Trader falling from one deck to the next, landing through the bench we're sitting on! Just scratching the surface with a few memories of the first night!
But up at 8am and a big brekkie sorts the men from the boys. A select few even back drinking beers and Jagermeister at 10am! All for charity of course.
Denmark is 2 hours away and most of us are on deck sitting in the sun. Day 2 is underway!
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