The Day That Never Was. We crossed the International Dateline and so went from GMT -11 to GMT +13. We're now ahead of UK.

Another lumpy night, but I slept well enough. My after breakfast mile was probably the windiest I've taken. Passing round both ends, especially the covered part behind the Curzon at the bow, was like walking through a wind tunnel. The Captain said in his 9:00 broadcast (which takes place any time between 9:00 and 10:00) that the weather would be much the same as yesterday for the next couple of days. They've emptied the swimming pools as a precaution. A...

Warm and overcast to start, then about 11:00 it rained, lots. The captain told us that we had been the only one of six ships scheduled to stop at Rarotonga, over the last few days, that had actually made it. Sorted out yesterday's photos on the laptop. Then had lunch with Ray and Jane. I thought I'd give Battle of the Sexes another chance. It was still as bad. It was spitting with rain when I started quoits and it was a little heavier when I lost in the...

Gong xi fat choi. Happy Chinese New Year. 27 degrees at 7:30. A maiden port for P&O. Just before I left my cabin for the excursion, there was quite a breeze and some ominous looking clouds. This is the second of three consecutive tender ports. Because of the swell, it took a lot longer to tender to the dock. The tenders were moving about a metre up and down between the tender and the ship. Once we were on land, we boarded the bus to the lagoon....