Viking is really into big and splashy so the event as we cross from Madagascar to the mainland is a big brunch.  Stations of food (and bloody marys) are set up all around the pool deck and the adjacent ‘Wintergarden.’  Chris hates it because of the crowds; I hate it because I never know what they are serving where and spend too much time standing in lines only to find there’s nothing I want at that station. This time I thought to go just as it was opening to see the setup without the crowds, then bridge class, then to brunch prepared!

In the afternoon of the 10^th the duplicate bridge was the ‘club championship’—meaning double master points.  Chris and I did well enough to earn .55 master points.  Whoopee!  It seems that, through our certified instructor/director, the Viking Sun is a registered ACBL (American Contract Bridge League) club so Americans can get master points.  Of course, they need to be members of ACBL to actually get them, and we’re not.

This is our last sequence of sea days for awhile because the Southern African ports come pretty much one right after another which will tax my ability to keep up with this journal.