We were now split into groups of Muslim and Christian aid workers and told to be as annoying as possible. When the rescue party finally arrived, we all simultaneously seemed to lose our acting skills and became far too compliant and polite to annoy them. Only Alice, with her lack of presence, gave us something to argue about. The ultimatum was, ”If you don't want to leave without her, we leave without you”. Nobody has seen her since...
The rescue suits seemed to only come in size XXXL which caused several people looking like drowing teletubbies, however, we quickly forgot about it when we were hoisted up into the ship with such speed that, at least I, squealed a little.
Well onboard, we were all fed, examined and checked for ID and sent down to a TV lounge with pancakes and Rugby, so much to everybody's liking that we were reluctant to leave for a tour of the ship. Tour done, rugby finished and small talk dying down, everybody was sent back ashore, to enjoy the local chippy and a drink. This drink turned into several when the karaoke started, and there were definitely some talents among us by the end of the night.
The following morning, some sporting hangovers, others colds, we had a very subdued, but satisifed journey home. All in all, a very good weekend.
Mid Hedvig Horner