Today passed in a daze. Out to sea, no mobile phone, no internet. I think I had been saving up my first day off work for today. I lay exhausted, in my cabin and read The Odyssey again. The old one, not this one. I’m not that much of an ego maniac. Although I’ve got to say that old Odysseus and I would have probably got on like a house on fire – faced with choosing between sparing the life of a priest or a poet, he spares the poet. Nice to see adventurer/priestly relations haven’t improved much in three millennia.