Feeding the fish

“What happens to the food?” I ask.

“Is it re-cycled?”
The answer is very Russian. It depends who you ask.

“It goes to feed the fish.,” says one crew member.

“No, it’s not recycled,” says another. “ It’s thrown overboard.”

“Well, if it goes to feed the fish then it is being recycled because one day we will eat the fish.”

They remain unconvinced.

One of the quirks of the Marco Polo cruise ship, originally Russian and still with a strong East European flavour, (the captain is Russian and most of the crew are from the Ukraine) is that a sample of each dish making up dinner is displayed on a long table outside the dining room.

What do they do with it afterwards?
This could be my monomonday recycling blipfoto.

So today I asked. And that’s the answer I got.

We are heading for St Petersburg and already the television screens are flashing warning messages about not taking credit cards, jewellery or cash ashore and we must be prepared for sudden changes of plan and to prepare to switch buses at short notice due to congestion of traffic.

One young Ukrainian waiter says he wants to improve his English so he can join his wife who is already working on a private Saudi yacht. He had just heard from his father who had received papers from the military saying he was being called up. His expertise was in long-range ballistic missiles.


(Apologies for lack of comments, when I get some free Wi-Fi I will catch up.)