Skyelark of London - Day 13 on Skyelark

After a two weeks visit on the good ship Skyelark of London, I have found some interesting differences between the Danish and the English. One should think that Malene and I would be using the most water in order to keep
ourselves clean and ladylike, however it seems that the Englishman has much higher standards than a simple girl from Copenhagen. I find it more than enough to let myself in to a little room where the chances of my collection of bruises extents massively (as the boat throws me around), but these gentlemen seem to go the extra mile in order to look good at any time - always fresh of face, oiled, moisturised and pampered. But the gentleman conveniently disappears whenever the ever so eager fishermen trawl in one fish after another, because apparently they don't do dirty stuff such as killing a fish.

Tea time is something else I have come to learn. I have discovered that you can get many points just by serving the good Englishman a cup of tea with milk in it. They have teatime everytime something needs to be decided or to celebrate when something has been achieved, I really haven't quite grasped what the criteria for teatime is, it seems like all moments are teatime moments. What I don't understand is how people can keep drinking tea when it is more than 30 degrees. It's like the world stops and nothing can be done before the tea is gone.

Malene and I have tried to ensure some Danish culture on board the ship, today we introduced the Christmas star, a little star you have to fold out of shiny paper. It seems that this was the end of the English gentleman. It
started promising and everybody was politely trying to get a long with the little star, but after five minutes it was enough. I have also tried getting half an hour of Christmas music everyday but for some reason we suddenly
need silence aboard whenever I try to put on my (really good) Christmas carols. It seems like the famous gentleman doesn't like Christmas.

And then the bacon. what is it with the English and their bacon?? Sure I like bacon (we invented the bacon) and every once in while bacon can be on my menu at home. But during the last two weeks I have eaten more bacon and eggs than I do in three months at home, it seems if it not cooked, its not breakfast.

All in all living with the Englishmen is interesting and enjoyable, and one thing I have particularly come to enjoy is the famous five o'clocker, now here is something a girl can understand, get dressed up and have a glass of
chilled Cava! And I have understood that this cannot be substituted with tea (so much for trying to understand teatime).

We are heading towards 300 miles to go and my case study of the English Gentleman is sadly drawing towards the end but it has been very interesting to get reacquainted with the English culture. (oh and sail the Atlantic)!

Love to all at home - Charlotte kys kys