Day 445: The Naxçivan

21.03.10: This must be the most incredibly naff ship I've been on so far; all dirty floors, peeling fake wood wallpaper, murky corridors, broken lights, stained matress, rusty bulkheads, dripping plumbing, doors that don't close properly... Lovely! BUT AT LEAST THE TEA WAS FREE. And that makes ALL the difference in my book. I would suffer any kind of hardship as long as there was free tea on offer. And, in it's favour, The Naxçivan was incredibly quiet and smooth... so much so that I didn't notice for the best part of an hour that we had left port. Maybe there was no engine... maybe it was powered by the 1984 Soviet Olympic Rowing Team, chained and manacled to the Naxçivan's hull, their anguished cries for help stifled by the fact that they had their tongues removed before the fall of the Berlin Wall. Why the…

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