We know it's Sunday because the football games are on at all the bar TVs aboard ship. It's never our local teams but we don't watch anyway. The extra hour of sleep was great but we're going to have to pay them back someday. We are now five hours behind West Coast time. For example, right now we're sailing west towards Pago Pago, Samoa with around 400 miles to go and it's 4pm and 85F. Back home, it's 9pm and according to our info, it was in the low 70s in Castro Valley. The ocean temperature is warm. It's been running around 86F for over a week. That's warmer than the average heated swimming pool. El Niño is being blamed for the higher water temperatures, increased clouds and odd weather pattern.

With breakfast out of the way, we listen to Kainoa speaking about things to do and see in Dravuni, Nuku Alofa, Vava'u and Alofi. A big Hawaiian guy, he's always interesting and speaks from his own experiences, having traveled throughout the islands many times. He is followed by Sadi who tells the story of the "Mutiny on the Bounty", elaborating on the lives of Fletcher Christian and Captain Bligh after the mutiny. The content was good but she reads everything from her computer so it's difficult to maintain interest. We make it through the 45 minutes and then grab a salad for lunch. There's some Hawaiian singers and dancers on the Lido and we check out a few songs.

Mom decides she wants to do laundry again. I tell her that soon we will have free laundry privileges and she's disappointed. I guess it's cheap entertainment. $2 and she's busy for an hour or two. Meanwhile, I return to the library. I try to send several days worth as I am running behind a week but beacause the Internet is so slow, I shut it down and continue to load pictures and write. Mom joins me and continues with her book, "Touched by an Alien". We leave early, returning to our room for dinner. We need to eat a little earlier, like 5:30pm so that we can go to the game show "Call My Bluff" which we've seen before, following that with HAL singers and dancers. Were seated with a couple from Switzerland and another from New Mexico. Mom is next to the Swiss people but I get stuck with these kooks from New Mexico. He doesn't stop talking about his house, people who live around him and finally, his invention. He holds several patents on this machine worth several billion dollars that makes electricity using the flywheel principle for generation. He will sell it for millions but so far, he says no one likes it. "It's too far in the future for them. They don't understand it", he explains. I told him to try the "Shark Tank" show but he says those guys don't know anything. OK, that's it! I skip coffee, wolf down the small peach crisp and kick Mom under the table, saying, "Let's go, dear. We don't want to miss the show".

We exit, the professor following close behind. I'm not sitting with this guy so we get on the down elevator, which he doesn't understand. With him still scratching his head, I lead Mom through an unfamiliar maze on deck 3, pop up to deck 4 and emerge at the theater entrance. I am so good and with this substantial lead in hand, we can scoot into the crowd and seat ourselves to enjoy the next two performances.

No, he never reappears but I have added him to my list along with the terrible twins and the newlyweds. The shows, "Call My Bluff" and the singing and dancing "Nations" are good and we return straight to our state room for the night. I try the Internet once more but fail. How can these guys stay up so late and clog it up? It's after 9. I'll try in the morning.