The vessel
We were supposed to depart today but we are delayed until tomorrow am. I went into town for a final meal in the real world. More later on the food situation on board.
My spanish is poor but I have managed to have a few somewhat complicated conversations. Yesterday the security guard at the port gate asked me when we were leaving, where we were going and when we were coming back. Today when I went out she brought over another guard and told him I spoke spanish well! We went over the itinerary again and it wasn’t so successful. He was asking about the month of April but that was all I understood.
There is a person on-board who is supposed to be in charge of all the ins and outs of the vessel. His title is marine projects coordinator. I will refer to him as the MPC. Cargo, onload/offload, fueling, schedules and so on. He is a poor communicator. Someone came into our office to tell us that we were supposed to be in a mandatory meeting up on the third deck. Five of us quickly hiked up those steep stairs to burst into the meeting room, where a lot of people were already gathered. The MPC said, oh here you are. But you are not invited to this meeting. It was good exercise anyway.