Entry 160, September 4th, 2011, 9:43pm (GMT+2)
The sail away from Palma de Mallorca is one of my favorite evenings here on the ship. We loop most of the way around the island, and so the sun is setting right as we pass the West coast of Mallorca. The sheer walls of rock get painted red by the fading light, until finally all one can see is the steady blink of the lighthouse and a small village of orange flickering lights on shore. I'll miss this part of the job, certainly.
My roommate's girlfriend signed off this morning. Looks like I don't have the cabin to myself any more . . .