I was just browsing online, and having a few casual email exchanges with my travel agent, when suddenly I found myself booked for another long cruise: Dawn Princess, Dover to Auckland, 48 nights, departing 17 July 2011. Now while everyone assures me that I don't actually lose my deposit if I cancel before mid-March, IS THAT REALLY LIKELY TO HAPPEN???? Nope, I think I'm on my way again. Great thing is that out of the 17 ports, 12 are new. So it's like an entirely different trip, isn't it?? ISN'T IT???
Well that's what I keep telling JB anyway. JB has declined my invitation to join me on the cruise, but we'll do 3 weeks in Europe first, before she flits off to Canada and USA for conferences... BJ on the other hand is already looking forward to being dragged back out of the bottom draw, and accompanying me... ah, true friendship!!
Will post a link here to the new blog once I get it sorted out. WHAT FUN!!
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Auckland... Wellington... Home
Quote of the day: “Make sure you finish your blog off properly. Don’t just leave it hanging at the last port like some people do.”
After a late night last night saying goodbye to friends around the ship (all except Mr Gadget Man, who unfortunately was down with sea sickness) it was a rude awakening at 5:30am as the booster engines rumbled down below, signaling our arrival in Auckland. It was even ruder to discover it was a mere 11°C outside… I decided to stay in my cabin to watch the sail in.
A quick unpack, then off for a decent coffee and scone in one of my favorite cafes. Wonderful! I then sat in the sun on Oriental beach, listening to my iPod, and savoring the view. It might not be Deck 7 on the Dawn Princess, but it comes pretty close…
To finish, a few random observations and comments, which others thinking of a seriously long cruise may find helpful:
1. To be successful, it requires effort and commitment. If you are traveling with a partner or spouse, make sure you both have the same level of commitment. Compromise might work for a 7-day cruise, but not for over 3 months.
2. Do breakfasts in the dining room. The omelets are to die for.
3. Avoid the laundry. It’s a hotbed of unfounded rumour and discontent!
4. Talk to the crew as equals, and get to know them. They are lovely people, and over time you will hear some amazing stories.
5. Try to make friends with people who are different to your friends back home. This will enrich your experience.
6. Take some tours from the ship where they are the best option, but do you own thing sometimes too. Do your homework before you leave so you know what you want to see and do.
7. Chill. You’re on a cruise ship, and at sea. Shit will happen, as it would in the same period of time at home. And once you start moaning, it’s a downhill spiral…
8. And if you do need to complain about something, do it with a smile and you may well find you get a better result.
So thank you everyone for your interest in my blog. Thank you for your comments, emails and for stopping on board to talk about it. It’s been fun to write - all 72 posts of it...
That’s all folks… “Live long and prosper.” I’m so glad I got to see that movie again!
There was time for a final breakfast in the dining room before disembarking, but not time for coffee and a crossword. I queued up one more time to drop my cruise card into the slot, collected my bags inside the terminal, then made my way across the road to meet a young friend I’ve known for a long time (does that work for you, K?). She kindly dropped me off at the airport, and before I could seriously catch up on any sleep, I was back in Wellington.
A quick unpack, then off for a decent coffee and scone in one of my favorite cafes. Wonderful! I then sat in the sun on Oriental beach, listening to my iPod, and savoring the view. It might not be Deck 7 on the Dawn Princess, but it comes pretty close…
To finish, a few random observations and comments, which others thinking of a seriously long cruise may find helpful:
1. To be successful, it requires effort and commitment. If you are traveling with a partner or spouse, make sure you both have the same level of commitment. Compromise might work for a 7-day cruise, but not for over 3 months.
2. Do breakfasts in the dining room. The omelets are to die for.
3. Avoid the laundry. It’s a hotbed of unfounded rumour and discontent!
4. Talk to the crew as equals, and get to know them. They are lovely people, and over time you will hear some amazing stories.
5. Try to make friends with people who are different to your friends back home. This will enrich your experience.
6. Take some tours from the ship where they are the best option, but do you own thing sometimes too. Do your homework before you leave so you know what you want to see and do.
7. Chill. You’re on a cruise ship, and at sea. Shit will happen, as it would in the same period of time at home. And once you start moaning, it’s a downhill spiral…
8. And if you do need to complain about something, do it with a smile and you may well find you get a better result.
So thank you everyone for your interest in my blog. Thank you for your comments, emails and for stopping on board to talk about it. It’s been fun to write - all 72 posts of it...
That’s all folks… “Live long and prosper.” I’m so glad I got to see that movie again!
Monday, August 30, 2010
On the downhill slide to Auckland...
Quote of the day: “I don’t really know why I’m still buying things. I promised myself I wouldn’t this time. I’ve still got bags of stuff I bought on last year’s round the world cruise I haven’t even opened yet.”
Apparently I slept right through Saturday 28th… no, wait a minute – we crossed the dateline… Phew, had me worried there…
The temperatures are steadily dropping, the seas are increasing, and we’re all trying to fit everything into the suitcases. Last night I had planned on watching a movie outside on the big screen, but it rained. The rest of the entertainment was repeats from earlier in the cruise. There’s a definite feeling that things are drawing to a close.
So today will be a day of meeting friends for a final lunch, followed by a final dinner with my dinner table, and a final drink with Mr Gadget Man. BJ says cut the nostalgia, and just get on with it. He reckons his days at sea are over, and now wants to retire to a high rise city apartment, where he can ignore the world, and dream of the good old days in Gibraltar. However I suspect that his real fate will be to be stuffed into a draw somewhere, to languish until I take him on his next adventure… which I’m already starting to think about…
Apparently I slept right through Saturday 28th… no, wait a minute – we crossed the dateline… Phew, had me worried there…
So today will be a day of meeting friends for a final lunch, followed by a final dinner with my dinner table, and a final drink with Mr Gadget Man. BJ says cut the nostalgia, and just get on with it. He reckons his days at sea are over, and now wants to retire to a high rise city apartment, where he can ignore the world, and dream of the good old days in Gibraltar. However I suspect that his real fate will be to be stuffed into a draw somewhere, to languish until I take him on his next adventure… which I’m already starting to think about…
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Pago Pago, American Samoa
Quote of the day: “I’ve put on 10kg during this cruise so far, and now this is the only shirt that still fits.” Guy in the laundry today.
This was the last port for me, so unfortunately the last gasp for my voyage. Despite the weather forecast, it turned out to be a lovely sunny day, with not a lot to do. I had expected there would be a little more to Pago Pago than there was, but it was such a friendly place that I had a great day anyway.
Again I opted for a tour, and that was definitely the way to go. It got us out of town, and gave us the chance to see something of the beautiful scenery, see the locals call the sharks and turtles up from the sea, and ride in a rickety, hard-seated, non-air conditioned bus complete with bald tyres. With the steel showing through, I’m sure it was a death trap. Thankfully it didn’t go very fast…
Seeing the wrecked houses from the tsunami along the waterfront was a sobering reminder of what the forces of nature can do in this part of the world. Recovery is obviously taking a long time...
Mr Gadget Man had a field day, with a whopping 550 photos taken! I’m sure he was trying to see if he could break the shutter on his camera… We followed up the tour with a late lunch at a Sushi place near the pier, which was excellent. We ordered off the menu – checked out what the locals were having and asked for the same. That was followed by a wander around town, just to assure ourselves that there really was nothing there, and a quick peek at the souvenir stalls, before heading to the pizzeria on board – and this time it was open! First and last time, but I would rate their pizzas…
In preparation for my return to the real world, I’m progressively modifying my diet: the deserts pretty well went west last week (just mixed berries now), the wine was dropped several nights ago when I finished a bottle, no more bread rolls with dinner as of yesterday, and the wonderful scones with jam and cream for afternoon tea were off the menu today. So how boring is that??? Well maybe just one more round of scones before Tuesday…
This was the last port for me, so unfortunately the last gasp for my voyage. Despite the weather forecast, it turned out to be a lovely sunny day, with not a lot to do. I had expected there would be a little more to Pago Pago than there was, but it was such a friendly place that I had a great day anyway.
Again I opted for a tour, and that was definitely the way to go. It got us out of town, and gave us the chance to see something of the beautiful scenery, see the locals call the sharks and turtles up from the sea, and ride in a rickety, hard-seated, non-air conditioned bus complete with bald tyres. With the steel showing through, I’m sure it was a death trap. Thankfully it didn’t go very fast…
Mr Gadget Man had a field day, with a whopping 550 photos taken! I’m sure he was trying to see if he could break the shutter on his camera… We followed up the tour with a late lunch at a Sushi place near the pier, which was excellent. We ordered off the menu – checked out what the locals were having and asked for the same. That was followed by a wander around town, just to assure ourselves that there really was nothing there, and a quick peek at the souvenir stalls, before heading to the pizzeria on board – and this time it was open! First and last time, but I would rate their pizzas…
In preparation for my return to the real world, I’m progressively modifying my diet: the deserts pretty well went west last week (just mixed berries now), the wine was dropped several nights ago when I finished a bottle, no more bread rolls with dinner as of yesterday, and the wonderful scones with jam and cream for afternoon tea were off the menu today. So how boring is that??? Well maybe just one more round of scones before Tuesday…
Monday, August 23, 2010
Tahiti day number two...
Quote of the day: “I see it says we cross the date line in a couple of days. Does that mean we lose a day or gain a day? It’s all so confusing.”
I think I’ve discovered Paradise: Moorea. White sandy beaches, palm trees, a gentle breeze, warm, clear water, guitars playing and two part harmony over a barbecued lunch… yep, that sounds like it to me.
Back at the beachfront, we watched the kids play “kiss the stingray”. The locals assured us all that the stingrays here aren’t dangerous, and as no one got stung, I guess he was right. I just hope Mum and Dad tell the kids that the stingrays back home aren’t so cuddly.
I achieved a personal best today in the photo stakes – 24 shots. Somehow, MGM managed to squeeze 250 shots into the same period of time, plus video! Remind me never to accept an invite to an evening of his home movies of the trip – I’d be there a week! (Sorry man – just joking – really!)
With just 3 tours to choose from, and little to do here on your own, Mr Gadget Man (MGM) and I, and about half the ship, opted for the beach and burn tour with food. I chose on the basis of the menu, and it proved to be a great choice. So we tendered in from the ship to the bay (no real township here), then took a small boat to a remote lagoon… or at least it was remote until the other tour boats flocked in, but hey, that’s part of the deal. Fortunately, while most people worked on achieving the popular lobster look, several of us wandered off to the next bay, and some peace and quiet… wonderful!
Back at the beachfront, we watched the kids play “kiss the stingray”. The locals assured us all that the stingrays here aren’t dangerous, and as no one got stung, I guess he was right. I just hope Mum and Dad tell the kids that the stingrays back home aren’t so cuddly.I achieved a personal best today in the photo stakes – 24 shots. Somehow, MGM managed to squeeze 250 shots into the same period of time, plus video! Remind me never to accept an invite to an evening of his home movies of the trip – I’d be there a week! (Sorry man – just joking – really!)
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Tahiti stop number one...
Quote of the day: “So who’s bright idea was it to come to Tahiti on a Sunday?”
We came to Papeete, Tahiti, and everything was closed… well just about everything. All the major shops were closed, with just a few tourist places open. Church and family lunch are the big events for Sunday in this part of the world. So yes, the ports lecturer was right in recommending we took a tour - you really needed to get out of town to see the beauty of this place.
So I decided to take it easy, with a “Highlights” tour. It consisted of a leisurely drive along the west coast of the island, taking in waterfalls, blowholes, tropical flora, with the occasional historical site thrown in. There was much talk of Mutiny on the Bounty, and James Norman Hall, and Captains Bligh and Cook, but for me it was really all about soaking up the atmosphere, and enjoying a relaxing day.
After the tour, there was time for a wander around town, plus a siesta, before heading out to the cultural show and food vendors stationed along side the pier. This is apparently a regular event, not just something organized for the tourists, and lots of locals turned up. I declined the offer of hula dancing with the performers, on the basis that I hadn’t had enough to drink to let myself look that ridiculous…
In theory we don’t have to be back on board until something like 3:30am, but I think most bars and eateries will be closed by midnight. Then it’s just a 2 hour sail across to the island of Moorea, and another laid back day in Paradise…
We came to Papeete, Tahiti, and everything was closed… well just about everything. All the major shops were closed, with just a few tourist places open. Church and family lunch are the big events for Sunday in this part of the world. So yes, the ports lecturer was right in recommending we took a tour - you really needed to get out of town to see the beauty of this place.
So I decided to take it easy, with a “Highlights” tour. It consisted of a leisurely drive along the west coast of the island, taking in waterfalls, blowholes, tropical flora, with the occasional historical site thrown in. There was much talk of Mutiny on the Bounty, and James Norman Hall, and Captains Bligh and Cook, but for me it was really all about soaking up the atmosphere, and enjoying a relaxing day.
After the tour, there was time for a wander around town, plus a siesta, before heading out to the cultural show and food vendors stationed along side the pier. This is apparently a regular event, not just something organized for the tourists, and lots of locals turned up. I declined the offer of hula dancing with the performers, on the basis that I hadn’t had enough to drink to let myself look that ridiculous…
Friday, August 20, 2010
One more sea day before Tahiti...
Quote of the day: “The gym doesn’t open until 7am, but the Captain had been in there and was just leaving about 10 minutes before 7am. I guess when you’re the Captain you can do whatever you want.”
The sun is rising later and setting earlier as we head further south. BJ says that’s just as well as he needs his beauty sleep. Conversations are now turning to what life will be like once we leave this floating hotel. Most people agree that they want to take the staff home with them…
Temperatures remain in the mid-20’s, but the wind blows more now. Even so, I’m finding the conditions quite pleasant. Sitting out on my favorite deck does leave you covered in sea spray though, giving you the “salty lips” sensation. My trusty old crossword book, my other constant companion in addition to BJ, and my protector against unwanted conservationists, is now starting to look a little ragged. Major achievement for the day was to finally get one crossword completed without corrections. It’s only taken me 74 attempts! Sometimes I really do wish I could spell…
The sun is rising later and setting earlier as we head further south. BJ says that’s just as well as he needs his beauty sleep. Conversations are now turning to what life will be like once we leave this floating hotel. Most people agree that they want to take the staff home with them…
Temperatures remain in the mid-20’s, but the wind blows more now. Even so, I’m finding the conditions quite pleasant. Sitting out on my favorite deck does leave you covered in sea spray though, giving you the “salty lips” sensation. My trusty old crossword book, my other constant companion in addition to BJ, and my protector against unwanted conservationists, is now starting to look a little ragged. Major achievement for the day was to finally get one crossword completed without corrections. It’s only taken me 74 attempts! Sometimes I really do wish I could spell…
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
In the Doldrums
Quote of the day: “Our cabin steward told us he lives in the area of Mumbai where they filmed “Slumdog Millionaire”. He works on the ships to try to improve the living standards for his family. Every time he comes back to work he feels guilty because he lives on this beautiful ship, while his wife and daughter live in the slums.”
No, I’m not talking about my frame of mind. We really are in the area of the Pacific known as the Doldrums. It’s the area where the northern and southern hemisphere weather patterns converge, and is marked by low pressure systems. Net result is fog and rain, unpredictable weather, and a day spent inside. Good job I sat out on the decks most of yesterday… I guess it’s just a gentle reminder of what to expect when I get home, but without the cold.
No, I’m not talking about my frame of mind. We really are in the area of the Pacific known as the Doldrums. It’s the area where the northern and southern hemisphere weather patterns converge, and is marked by low pressure systems. Net result is fog and rain, unpredictable weather, and a day spent inside. Good job I sat out on the decks most of yesterday… I guess it’s just a gentle reminder of what to expect when I get home, but without the cold.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Aloha Hawaii...
Quote of the day: “No, I’m staying on board today. I’ve had enough of this trip. I just want to go home now.”
Some days on holiday are better than others, and on this holiday, today was one of the best. We sailed into Honolulu at dawn, with just a light shower falling. The temperature was just right, and there was a gentle sea breeze blowing most of the day.
I’d previously had two holidays in Hawaii, and hadn’t made any great plans for the day. However my friend from the ship (who I’ve nicknamed MGM: Mr Gadget Man, because he always heads ashore armed with a still camera, a video camera, and a GPS unit!) encouraged me to get off my butt, and sign up for the tour to Pearl Harbour. Yes, I know. Everyone who goes to Hawaii goes to Pearl Harbour, but somehow I’d never got around to it…
I have no great interest in either war history or American history, but I really enjoyed the visit. We used the time we had to wait to get on the boat across to the Arizona Memorial to indulge in a bit of American culture: hotdogs… Now, I never eat junk food, but I made an exception today, and actually quite enjoyed it. I even washed it down with Pepsi that wasn’t diet. Much to my surprise, my digestive system didn’t protest too much, even when I followed it up with a burger and fries later in the day. Ah, the things we do for world peace and understanding!
The second part of the tour was a quick drive through the countryside, then through the centre of Honolulu. At that point we left the tour, and grabbed a trolley to Waikiki. Yes, it’s commercial; yes, it’s touristy; yes, it’s not the “real” Hawaii – but I love the place! I got to have a latte at the wonderful Hawaiian Coffee Company, and it was divine: the first seriously good coffee I’ve had in over 2 months. In fact, I threatened to stay put in the café for the rest of the day… However, eventually I managed to drag myself away, and we wandered along the beach to my favorite park area. There we sat in the shade of a palm tree, and just watched the world go by. It doesn’t get much better than that, folks!
After dinner in a café above the International Marketplace, we grabbed a taxi back to the ship for good dessert and bad coffee, followed by the sail away bash up on the top decks. I sat up there for a long time watching the lights of Waikiki slowly fade into the distance, and contemplated my return visit to this wonderful part of the world…
I have no great interest in either war history or American history, but I really enjoyed the visit. We used the time we had to wait to get on the boat across to the Arizona Memorial to indulge in a bit of American culture: hotdogs… Now, I never eat junk food, but I made an exception today, and actually quite enjoyed it. I even washed it down with Pepsi that wasn’t diet. Much to my surprise, my digestive system didn’t protest too much, even when I followed it up with a burger and fries later in the day. Ah, the things we do for world peace and understanding!
After dinner in a café above the International Marketplace, we grabbed a taxi back to the ship for good dessert and bad coffee, followed by the sail away bash up on the top decks. I sat up there for a long time watching the lights of Waikiki slowly fade into the distance, and contemplated my return visit to this wonderful part of the world…
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Somewhere else in the Pacific
Quote of the day: “I’m going to complain to Princess about the maintenance on this ship. We sit by a window at dinner, and you can see the dirt on the outside. I don’t think they clean them very often. I hope the sun’s shining today so I can take a photo of it.” More garbage over breakfast!
Another lovely lady stopped me today to ask if I was responsible for this blog. While I’d love to blame BJ, I had to confess. Yes, it’s true. Apparently there are now quite a few people on the ship reading my ramblings. Which is a worry, as that increases the chances of someone recognizing the quote of the day… So as a precaution, I cut short my usual afternoon siesta (a habit that’s still lingering on from Mexico) and made an emergency visit to the Lotus Spa for a haircut. So I’m in disguise - try stalking me now! And as an extra precaution against being tossed overboard, I’ve had a GPS unit strapped to my leg…
Big excitement (you can just tell we’ve had several sea days in a row) – I’ve been upgraded. I now proudly carry a Platinum cruise card, and get some free internet time! Yeah! Shame I’ve already spent the equivalent of the GDP of Panama on the internet packages…
Another lovely lady stopped me today to ask if I was responsible for this blog. While I’d love to blame BJ, I had to confess. Yes, it’s true. Apparently there are now quite a few people on the ship reading my ramblings. Which is a worry, as that increases the chances of someone recognizing the quote of the day… So as a precaution, I cut short my usual afternoon siesta (a habit that’s still lingering on from Mexico) and made an emergency visit to the Lotus Spa for a haircut. So I’m in disguise - try stalking me now! And as an extra precaution against being tossed overboard, I’ve had a GPS unit strapped to my leg…
Big excitement (you can just tell we’ve had several sea days in a row) – I’ve been upgraded. I now proudly carry a Platinum cruise card, and get some free internet time! Yeah! Shame I’ve already spent the equivalent of the GDP of Panama on the internet packages…
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Pacific ocean somewhere...
Quote of the day: “I wouldn’t bother with cosmetic surgery myself. I’ve got a girlfriend who has had the bags lifted from under her eyes. But she is 68. I think that could be part of her problem.”
Heading southwest, and the temperatures are gradually increasing. I still wouldn’t lie out by the pool, but the sun worshippers are back in full force, fake tan and all. Somewhere along the way I seem to have lost a day… and no, it wasn’t the booze!
I’ve changed dining tables. The new people on the old table and myself were “incompatible”. The guy picked an argument with me within 10 minutes of meeting, so I’m out of there. No second chance given! I’m now with a lovely group of people in the other dining room, so will be set for the rest of the trip.
Tonight I sat at the bar out on the deck with a friend and watched Elton John on the big screen. I’m an Elton John fan from way back, so that was a very pleasant. Apparently some people dining outside complained about the noise. Hey folks, it’s advertised as a concert… go somewhere else if you don’t like the music…
Heading southwest, and the temperatures are gradually increasing. I still wouldn’t lie out by the pool, but the sun worshippers are back in full force, fake tan and all. Somewhere along the way I seem to have lost a day… and no, it wasn’t the booze!
I’ve changed dining tables. The new people on the old table and myself were “incompatible”. The guy picked an argument with me within 10 minutes of meeting, so I’m out of there. No second chance given! I’m now with a lovely group of people in the other dining room, so will be set for the rest of the trip.
Tonight I sat at the bar out on the deck with a friend and watched Elton John on the big screen. I’m an Elton John fan from way back, so that was a very pleasant. Apparently some people dining outside complained about the noise. Hey folks, it’s advertised as a concert… go somewhere else if you don’t like the music…
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
A day in LA...
Quote of the day: “Every port I go to I buy a nice piece of jewelry. Sometimes it’s just something small, but sometimes I’ll lash out on a really expensive piece. So now I have memories of everywhere I’ve been. It’s so much better than fridge magnets.”
Wonderful weather, delicious food, and long conversations with old friends. What a great way to spend the day in LA. It was also a reality check, spending time doing normal, everyday things away from the ship. Priceless. Thanks again L and T so much for the day, and let’s hope we can all get together again before too long. (Hehehe)
We’ve now started the downhill leg back to NZ. Just 18 more sleeps and they’ll kick me off here. Wow, how the time just evaporates…
Wonderful weather, delicious food, and long conversations with old friends. What a great way to spend the day in LA. It was also a reality check, spending time doing normal, everyday things away from the ship. Priceless. Thanks again L and T so much for the day, and let’s hope we can all get together again before too long. (Hehehe)
We’ve now started the downhill leg back to NZ. Just 18 more sleeps and they’ll kick me off here. Wow, how the time just evaporates…
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
"Six Months In A Leaking Boat..."
Quote of the day: “My cabin got flooded in the middle of the night. They’ve had blowers going for hours. I ended up sleeping with my head under the pillow to block out the noise.”
Bonus quote: “I thought we were sinking, and the water was already up to the 10th floor.”
The occupants of 22 cabins awoke during the night to find water in their cabins. Apparently there had been a burst water main, and the water flowed down the corridor and into the cabins. So most had to evacuate and spend the rest of the night and through the day roaming the lounges and eateries.
I ran into several sleep-deprived people in the course of the day. And to make matters worse, the outside temperature was only 16°C by mid-afternoon, so they couldn’t even doze off out on the deck in a deck chair…
Last night was dinner in the Steakhouse with J and M, my table companions for the last few weeks. We had a wonderful meal, great atmosphere, and even got to see a pod of whales performing… just as I’d been complaining I hadn’t yet seen a whale on this trip. Unfortunately, these lovely people get off tomorrow in LA, so I’ll be very interested to see who replaces them. I’ve had a couple of offers to join other tables, but for better or worse, will let fate take it’s course…
Bonus quote: “I thought we were sinking, and the water was already up to the 10th floor.”
The occupants of 22 cabins awoke during the night to find water in their cabins. Apparently there had been a burst water main, and the water flowed down the corridor and into the cabins. So most had to evacuate and spend the rest of the night and through the day roaming the lounges and eateries.
I ran into several sleep-deprived people in the course of the day. And to make matters worse, the outside temperature was only 16°C by mid-afternoon, so they couldn’t even doze off out on the deck in a deck chair…
Last night was dinner in the Steakhouse with J and M, my table companions for the last few weeks. We had a wonderful meal, great atmosphere, and even got to see a pod of whales performing… just as I’d been complaining I hadn’t yet seen a whale on this trip. Unfortunately, these lovely people get off tomorrow in LA, so I’ll be very interested to see who replaces them. I’ve had a couple of offers to join other tables, but for better or worse, will let fate take it’s course…
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Manzanillo...
Quote of the day: “Quite frankly, I can’t understand why Princess Cruises decided that we should call at Manzanillo. There are a number of far more interesting places to stop along the Mexican Riviera. Now I’ll probably get fired for saying that, but that’s my opinion.” Richard, the Ports lecturer.
On a sleepy Sunday, where better to be than a sleepy little Mexican town. Maybe that was the rationale behind coming here. Or maybe it was the fact that the local church had Mass tree times during our visit…
There was the usual assortment of tourist tack for sale, but the quality was considerably lower than most places we’ve visited. That didn’t seem to stop the shopaholics though, who seemed determined to give the local economy a boost.
The big claim to fame here is that this is the Sailfish Capital of the world. And just to make the point, they have erected a massive sculpture of a sailfish by Mexican sculptor Sebastian (he's so famous he just has one name…) on the edge of the harbour – think big carrot, plum, onion, turnip, gear, needle, tower, dolphin etc. that you see dotted around the world. Oh, and the entire waterfront area is decked out with speakers playing Mexican music for the gringos off the cruise ship… nice touch if you’re into that sort of thing.
Personally, I didn’t find the place terribly attractive, so after a quick wander around, I headed back to the ship, and got my ironing done while it was all fairly quiet in the laundry. That was followed by siesta, seeing we’re in siesta country. When I say that the most exciting thing to happen today was that the crew did a full safety drill, you’ll get the picture of how the day went!
On a sleepy Sunday, where better to be than a sleepy little Mexican town. Maybe that was the rationale behind coming here. Or maybe it was the fact that the local church had Mass tree times during our visit…
There was the usual assortment of tourist tack for sale, but the quality was considerably lower than most places we’ve visited. That didn’t seem to stop the shopaholics though, who seemed determined to give the local economy a boost.
The big claim to fame here is that this is the Sailfish Capital of the world. And just to make the point, they have erected a massive sculpture of a sailfish by Mexican sculptor Sebastian (he's so famous he just has one name…) on the edge of the harbour – think big carrot, plum, onion, turnip, gear, needle, tower, dolphin etc. that you see dotted around the world. Oh, and the entire waterfront area is decked out with speakers playing Mexican music for the gringos off the cruise ship… nice touch if you’re into that sort of thing.
Personally, I didn’t find the place terribly attractive, so after a quick wander around, I headed back to the ship, and got my ironing done while it was all fairly quiet in the laundry. That was followed by siesta, seeing we’re in siesta country. When I say that the most exciting thing to happen today was that the crew did a full safety drill, you’ll get the picture of how the day went!
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Acapulco...
Quote of the day: “You have to watch out for thieves on this ship. One lady had her cardigan taken, and then saw someone wearing it, and another saw someone with her stolen camera. It was the same model and the same camera case so she was certain it was hers.”
Acapulco was a revisit for me, so I didn’t have to do the trip to the cliff divers. Being a male by myself here meant that I got special treatment: the taxi drivers first offered to take me to ladies of ill repute, before they offering to take me to the usual tourist sights! I just laughed and kept walking…
And walking, and walking and walking – a good distance along Acapulco beach in the relative cool of the morning. And very pleasant it was too, before all the commercial activities of the day got into full swing. The downside was that having walked that far, I then had to walk all the way back… and by then it was hitting 30°C, with high humidity. Briefly wandered through a flea market on the way, but quickly decided it could well be a flea market with genuine fleas…
Back on board for lunch, a hose down and a new set of clothes, then off for a wander around the fort up the hill. I didn’t last too long in the heat though, and was soon forced to retreat back to HQ… just in time for freshly baked scones for afternoon tea. Yum.
Back at the cruise terminal, it was shopping time for quite a few. I sat and watched the feeding frenzy for a while, but it just followed the same pattern: ladies into the jewelry shops, men buying up the booze… For those who missed out there, consolation was to be had on board this evening with yet another “sale” of Guess watches. Just what we needed!
Acapulco was a revisit for me, so I didn’t have to do the trip to the cliff divers. Being a male by myself here meant that I got special treatment: the taxi drivers first offered to take me to ladies of ill repute, before they offering to take me to the usual tourist sights! I just laughed and kept walking…
And walking, and walking and walking – a good distance along Acapulco beach in the relative cool of the morning. And very pleasant it was too, before all the commercial activities of the day got into full swing. The downside was that having walked that far, I then had to walk all the way back… and by then it was hitting 30°C, with high humidity. Briefly wandered through a flea market on the way, but quickly decided it could well be a flea market with genuine fleas…
Back on board for lunch, a hose down and a new set of clothes, then off for a wander around the fort up the hill. I didn’t last too long in the heat though, and was soon forced to retreat back to HQ… just in time for freshly baked scones for afternoon tea. Yum.
Back at the cruise terminal, it was shopping time for quite a few. I sat and watched the feeding frenzy for a while, but it just followed the same pattern: ladies into the jewelry shops, men buying up the booze… For those who missed out there, consolation was to be had on board this evening with yet another “sale” of Guess watches. Just what we needed!
Friday, August 6, 2010
Sick at sea, but not sea sick, and not sick of the sea...
Quote of the day: “Every week they have a night when there’s not much on entertainment-wise. And those nights they wheel out the piles of junk on special at the ‘boutiques’. I don’t think that’s a coincidence, and it works well judging by the crowds that show up.”
I threw a sickie for a couple of days, on and off. I claim it was migraine and fighting off microbes, but BJ reckons it was too much red wine. At one glass a night? Hardly. But then I guess that at his size, if he drank a glass of wine he’d be dead…
So here we are, plodding our way slowly up the Pacific coast of Mexico. Sometimes we go fast, and sometimes we go slow – more engine problems in the offing?? Hmmm… now that’s how rumours start… must take a trip to the laundry…
We’ve had company in the last couple of days too, in the form of dolphins, sea turtles and flying fish. All very exciting, but usually by the time I get to the place everyone’s gathered, they’ve vanished. Oh, and I did spend a frustrating hour or so trying to get a photo of these sea birds. But they just wouldn’t cooperate so this was the best I could do.
Strange coincidence this evening. Met a couple from San Diego who had been following this blog, and are traveling from New York to LA. Coincidence because tonight was the first time I’d ever sat on the deck chairs on Deck 7 – I usually look for a quieter place to listen to my iPod. So thanks for looking out for me guys.
And now I’m in shock. Notice when I got back to HQ saying the coffee machines could be out of action tomorrow morning as they are having a full steam shut down. I can see I’ll be losing sleep tonight over that. May have to set the alarm early to fit in a cup or two before the drugs are cut off… oops, that could have different connotations in Acapulco!!
I threw a sickie for a couple of days, on and off. I claim it was migraine and fighting off microbes, but BJ reckons it was too much red wine. At one glass a night? Hardly. But then I guess that at his size, if he drank a glass of wine he’d be dead…
So here we are, plodding our way slowly up the Pacific coast of Mexico. Sometimes we go fast, and sometimes we go slow – more engine problems in the offing?? Hmmm… now that’s how rumours start… must take a trip to the laundry…
We’ve had company in the last couple of days too, in the form of dolphins, sea turtles and flying fish. All very exciting, but usually by the time I get to the place everyone’s gathered, they’ve vanished. Oh, and I did spend a frustrating hour or so trying to get a photo of these sea birds. But they just wouldn’t cooperate so this was the best I could do.
Strange coincidence this evening. Met a couple from San Diego who had been following this blog, and are traveling from New York to LA. Coincidence because tonight was the first time I’d ever sat on the deck chairs on Deck 7 – I usually look for a quieter place to listen to my iPod. So thanks for looking out for me guys.
And now I’m in shock. Notice when I got back to HQ saying the coffee machines could be out of action tomorrow morning as they are having a full steam shut down. I can see I’ll be losing sleep tonight over that. May have to set the alarm early to fit in a cup or two before the drugs are cut off… oops, that could have different connotations in Acapulco!!
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Panama Canal
Quote of the day: “I just got off the phone from talking to my internet company. I had to get them to reset my password. The guy wasn’t too good with his English so he spelt it out: a is for apple, a is for elephant…”
Today’s passage through the Panama Canal was a real education. We got to the start around 5am, and that’s when the commentary started. The next 8 hours saw us pass from the Caribbean to the Pacific via six sets locks, and the Gutan Lake.
I did this as a 7 year old, and I was surprised that I had actually remembered it fairly accurately. But then the basic layout of the system is virtually unchanged over the last 100 years or so. Sure, the Canal has been deepened and widened, and the gates are now hydraulic, but the system for moving the ships, and for pumping the water in and out of the locks, is still the same.
One thing that surprised me was how green the rain forest was on either side of the Canal. It’s the rain from these areas though (over 200 inches per year) which provides the fresh water needed to operate the system.
Dawn Princess was designed to be the maximum size that can fit through the Canal. I think there was about a metre to spare each side, and a couple of times we scraped the hull a couple of times along the way. We also saw the new construction for the deeper, wider second canal being built along side the existing Canal. That will allow even the world’s biggest ships to pass through, plus larger ships which may be built well into the future.
Sobering statistic: 25,000 people died building the original canal, which is 500 for each mile of its length. These days that would be considered far too high a price, but little comment was made about it at the time. No Health and Safety in those days...
Today’s passage through the Panama Canal was a real education. We got to the start around 5am, and that’s when the commentary started. The next 8 hours saw us pass from the Caribbean to the Pacific via six sets locks, and the Gutan Lake.
I did this as a 7 year old, and I was surprised that I had actually remembered it fairly accurately. But then the basic layout of the system is virtually unchanged over the last 100 years or so. Sure, the Canal has been deepened and widened, and the gates are now hydraulic, but the system for moving the ships, and for pumping the water in and out of the locks, is still the same.
Sobering statistic: 25,000 people died building the original canal, which is 500 for each mile of its length. These days that would be considered far too high a price, but little comment was made about it at the time. No Health and Safety in those days...
Monday, August 2, 2010
Tahiti stop number two...
Quote of the day: “I see it says we cross the date line in a couple of days. Does that mean we lose a day or gain a day? It’s all so confusing.”
I think I’ve discovered Paradise: Moorea. White sandy beaches, palm trees, a gentle breeze, warm, clear water, guitars playing and two part harmony over a barbecued lunch… yep, that sounds like it to me.
With just 3 tours to choose from, and little to do here on your own, Mr Gadget Man (MGM) and I, and about half the ship, opted for the beach and burn tour with food. I chose on the basis of the menu, and it proved to be a great choice. So we tendered in from the ship to the bay (no real township here), then took a small boat to a remote lagoon… or at least it was remote until the other tour boats flocked in, but hey, that’s part of the deal. Fortunately, while most people worked on achieving the popular lobster look, several of us wandered off to the next bay, and some peace and quiet… wonderful!
Back at the beachfront, we watched the kids play “kiss the stingray”. The locals assured us all that the stingrays here aren’t dangerous, and as no one got stung, I guess he was right. I just hope Mum and Dad tell the kids that the stingrays back home aren’t so cuddly.
I achieved a personal best today in the photo stakes – 24 shots. Somehow, MGM managed to squeeze 250 shots into the same period of time, plus video! Remind me never to accept an invite to an evening of his home movies of the trip – I’d be there a week! (Sorry man – just joking – really!)
I think I’ve discovered Paradise: Moorea. White sandy beaches, palm trees, a gentle breeze, warm, clear water, guitars playing and two part harmony over a barbecued lunch… yep, that sounds like it to me.
Back at the beachfront, we watched the kids play “kiss the stingray”. The locals assured us all that the stingrays here aren’t dangerous, and as no one got stung, I guess he was right. I just hope Mum and Dad tell the kids that the stingrays back home aren’t so cuddly.I achieved a personal best today in the photo stakes – 24 shots. Somehow, MGM managed to squeeze 250 shots into the same period of time, plus video! Remind me never to accept an invite to an evening of his home movies of the trip – I’d be there a week! (Sorry man – just joking – really!)
Pirates strike in the Caribbean...
Quote of the day: “A couple of years ago my daughter and son-in-law got married in Las Vegas. None of the family was invited. I asked them what they wore, and they said denim shorts and T-shirts, and they didn’t even get out of the car. I thought at least they might go somewhere decent for dinner afterwards, but they just went to an ice cream parlor…”
Last week we got new carpet in the corridor, and today we all got our old box TVs replaced with brand new flat screen models. All very exciting on an otherwise uneventful, hot and humid sea day in the Caribbean.
Oh, and I think pirates struck my cabin. And I’m not just talking about the “Pirates” movies they’ve been screening on TV and on the big screen either. I found that some of the dollar coins I keep for the laundry had gone missing. I guess the technicians who did the TV installation thought they were sitting there as a tip… I decided their need must be greater than mine, and didn’t bother complaining about it… I’m just too soft…
Last week we got new carpet in the corridor, and today we all got our old box TVs replaced with brand new flat screen models. All very exciting on an otherwise uneventful, hot and humid sea day in the Caribbean.
Oh, and I think pirates struck my cabin. And I’m not just talking about the “Pirates” movies they’ve been screening on TV and on the big screen either. I found that some of the dollar coins I keep for the laundry had gone missing. I guess the technicians who did the TV installation thought they were sitting there as a tip… I decided their need must be greater than mine, and didn’t bother complaining about it… I’m just too soft…
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Curacao – a slice of Amsterdam in the Caribbean…
Quote of the day: “I think I’ll stay on the ship today and read my book. Once you’ve seen one Caribbean island you’ve seen them all.”
Today completed the ABC island hop (Antigua, Barbados, Curacao). This was my favorite of the three by far. It’s small enough to get around the main town centre on foot, while being large enough to be interesting.
All the buildings are painted different pastel colours. The story goes that a Governor of the island, way back, complained that all the white buildings in town were giving him migraines, so he ordered that they be painted different colours to prevent this. Then after his death, it was discovered that he held shares in the local paint company… Hmmm. The fashion, however, caught on and has continued until today. It certainly gives the town a cheerful appearance.
Last night I managed to pick up a ticket for a tour that had been sold out for weeks. Lucky once again… so I did the semi-submarine thingy out on the coral reef, and got to see some of the tropical fish close up. Even though the boat doesn’t dive down, you sit below the surface, and it feels like you’re much deeper than you are. Very enjoyable, heaps of fish, but the reef was looking a bit sad.
The boat set off from one of the resort hotels. Now that was a lovely spot, where I could quite happily have stayed for a week or so. Just a shame that it’s such a long way to come back again…migration is very tempting though!
Today completed the ABC island hop (Antigua, Barbados, Curacao). This was my favorite of the three by far. It’s small enough to get around the main town centre on foot, while being large enough to be interesting.
All the buildings are painted different pastel colours. The story goes that a Governor of the island, way back, complained that all the white buildings in town were giving him migraines, so he ordered that they be painted different colours to prevent this. Then after his death, it was discovered that he held shares in the local paint company… Hmmm. The fashion, however, caught on and has continued until today. It certainly gives the town a cheerful appearance.I spent quite a while wandering around the shops, but not a lot were open being a Sunday. I was amazed though to see so many women from the ship in the jewelry stores. Surely they’ve done them to death by now?
The boat set off from one of the resort hotels. Now that was a lovely spot, where I could quite happily have stayed for a week or so. Just a shame that it’s such a long way to come back again…migration is very tempting though!
Saturday, July 31, 2010
A stop-start day at sea...
Quote of the day: “The bingo’s off, and the buffet is closed. If the power doesn’t come back on soon, I might just have to go to choir practice after all.”
Breakfast this morning was rudely interrupted by a sudden loss of ship’s power: lights went off, and the ship slowly came to a halt. This lasted about 15 minutes or so, but fortunately my omelet was already on its way to the table, so I didn’t have to go without.
The same thing happened again around 9.30am, while I was at a lecture in the theatre. The lecturer continued with a few jokes, but finally had to call it a day. The next 3 hours were spent with nothing functioning, so I used the time to write this blog, and have a quiet read and a doze in my cabin… best place to be, as the toilets in the public areas were already starting to pong a little!
Fortunately the seas are calm today, so we weren’t rocking around too much, but the lack of air conditioning meant it got quite hot… So no coffee until the afternoon, and a late lunch all round. Oh, and I think everyone now has a greater appreciation of the delights of running water and flushing toilets!
Breakfast this morning was rudely interrupted by a sudden loss of ship’s power: lights went off, and the ship slowly came to a halt. This lasted about 15 minutes or so, but fortunately my omelet was already on its way to the table, so I didn’t have to go without.
The same thing happened again around 9.30am, while I was at a lecture in the theatre. The lecturer continued with a few jokes, but finally had to call it a day. The next 3 hours were spent with nothing functioning, so I used the time to write this blog, and have a quiet read and a doze in my cabin… best place to be, as the toilets in the public areas were already starting to pong a little!
Fortunately the seas are calm today, so we weren’t rocking around too much, but the lack of air conditioning meant it got quite hot… So no coffee until the afternoon, and a late lunch all round. Oh, and I think everyone now has a greater appreciation of the delights of running water and flushing toilets!
Friday, July 30, 2010
Bridgetown, Barbados
Quote of the day: “Passengers going ashore are advised that the wearing of camouflage printed clothing of any kind is forbidden by law in Barbados. If you are seen wearing this type of clothing, you will be arrested on the spot and charged.” Passenger desk announcement.
This was a port where I hadn’t done my homework, and it showed. Not that I didn’t have an enjoyable day, but it might have been better if I’d perhaps had a plan to get out of the town, and into the more scenic areas of the island. Oh well, you can’t win them all…
Once the rush for the gangway had died down, I headed off via shuttle for downtown Barbados. I was surprised by how busy the town was. Lots of traffic and people milling around, and even more shops selling expensive jewelry. Also no traffic lights or pedestrian crossings, but within a short space of time, I just acted like the locals, and casually sauntered across the road whenever I felt like it. Amazingly, the vehicles just dodge the pedestrians!
The town is very English (Barbados was a British colony until gaining independence in 1966), with most of the main buildings and churches being copies of British architectural styles. There were also market areas throughout the town, which gave the place a nice feel. The people seemed to be particularly dark skinned, which only served to highlight the defective gene we white people possess… and of course the Rasta look is still seen everywhere: skinny guys, goatee beards, dreds and colourful hats, man… and Bob Marley T-shirts everywhere. My goal for the day was to try the famous rum cake, and surprisingly, it tasted like rum. The free sample was sufficient - I didn’t feel the need to buy a whole cake.
I walked back to the ship for a late lunch, just narrowly missing a major tropical downpour. I knew there was some reason I didn’t go to the beach!
This was a port where I hadn’t done my homework, and it showed. Not that I didn’t have an enjoyable day, but it might have been better if I’d perhaps had a plan to get out of the town, and into the more scenic areas of the island. Oh well, you can’t win them all…
Once the rush for the gangway had died down, I headed off via shuttle for downtown Barbados. I was surprised by how busy the town was. Lots of traffic and people milling around, and even more shops selling expensive jewelry. Also no traffic lights or pedestrian crossings, but within a short space of time, I just acted like the locals, and casually sauntered across the road whenever I felt like it. Amazingly, the vehicles just dodge the pedestrians!
The town is very English (Barbados was a British colony until gaining independence in 1966), with most of the main buildings and churches being copies of British architectural styles. There were also market areas throughout the town, which gave the place a nice feel. The people seemed to be particularly dark skinned, which only served to highlight the defective gene we white people possess… and of course the Rasta look is still seen everywhere: skinny guys, goatee beards, dreds and colourful hats, man… and Bob Marley T-shirts everywhere. My goal for the day was to try the famous rum cake, and surprisingly, it tasted like rum. The free sample was sufficient - I didn’t feel the need to buy a whole cake.
I walked back to the ship for a late lunch, just narrowly missing a major tropical downpour. I knew there was some reason I didn’t go to the beach!
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Antigua - Welcome to the Caribbean...
Quote of the day: “The show last night was the worst I’ve been to. The music was out of sync and the singers were out of tune. The last bit was atrocious. But I’ll go back tonight and watch it again.”
After 1st world New York, we hit 3rd world St. Johns, Antigua. Well at least that’s what it felt like, with the narrow streets, market stalls, and rickety old shops and houses. Sure, there were modern buildings, but it was all low rise, and really quite charming. Looking out onto the surrounding hills was a surprise – it looked like parts of New Zealand with lush vegetation, and lots of single wooden houses with red painted iron roofs. Think Northland, without the expensive holiday homes.
The main industry here is tourism. And in contrast to the surroundings, the big thing here, and in the other Caribbean ports we visit, seems to be jewelry, especially diamonds and designer watches. We now have a shopping guide on board, would you believe, and he and all the people in St. Johns seem to think that all I could possibly want to do is buy diamonds… well fat chance of that!
So after wandering through the shopping area, and dodging the taxi drivers who wanted to give me the guided tour of the island, I made my way up the hill to the old church I’d seen from the ship. This turned out to be closed, but I stuck up a conversation with this local retired gentleman, who turned out to be an ex Public Servant, who was now responsible for locking and unlocking the church gates each day. He was quite happy to chat away, and give me the benefit of his opinions on politics, religion, and the meaning of live etc. I noticed that the elderly lady with him, presumably his wife, drifted off after about half an hour of this! Still, a real treat to learn about the town and the island lifestyle from a born and bred local.
After 1st world New York, we hit 3rd world St. Johns, Antigua. Well at least that’s what it felt like, with the narrow streets, market stalls, and rickety old shops and houses. Sure, there were modern buildings, but it was all low rise, and really quite charming. Looking out onto the surrounding hills was a surprise – it looked like parts of New Zealand with lush vegetation, and lots of single wooden houses with red painted iron roofs. Think Northland, without the expensive holiday homes.
The main industry here is tourism. And in contrast to the surroundings, the big thing here, and in the other Caribbean ports we visit, seems to be jewelry, especially diamonds and designer watches. We now have a shopping guide on board, would you believe, and he and all the people in St. Johns seem to think that all I could possibly want to do is buy diamonds… well fat chance of that!
So after wandering through the shopping area, and dodging the taxi drivers who wanted to give me the guided tour of the island, I made my way up the hill to the old church I’d seen from the ship. This turned out to be closed, but I stuck up a conversation with this local retired gentleman, who turned out to be an ex Public Servant, who was now responsible for locking and unlocking the church gates each day. He was quite happy to chat away, and give me the benefit of his opinions on politics, religion, and the meaning of live etc. I noticed that the elderly lady with him, presumably his wife, drifted off after about half an hour of this! Still, a real treat to learn about the town and the island lifestyle from a born and bred local.Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Sanctuary day...
Quote of the day: “I was going really well with the new iPhone. Surfing the net, doing emails, the works. But our kids just got the first bill: $480 for the first two weeks! Now it’s switched off and locked in the cabin safe. And it’s staying there until we get home.”
This afternoon BJ and I decided it was time to check out the Sanctuary, that area of deck up the pointy end of the ship dedicated to comfort, and totally kids free. The idea of course is that by paying a small fee, you can escape the rowdy rug rats and revolting juveniles and teens for a few hours in tranquil bliss – except there are none of those on this cruise anyway!
However, for $15 you do get very plush deck chairs and extra fluffy towels, shelter from the sun, constant ice water service, and a very nice menu of light meals delivered to you. So with a gentle zephyr crossing the deck, we joined 7 other people willing to cough up the extra dollars, and passed several lovely hours doing crosswords (although BJ is of no help at all), listening to my iPod, and trotting to the loo and back after all that iced water…
This afternoon BJ and I decided it was time to check out the Sanctuary, that area of deck up the pointy end of the ship dedicated to comfort, and totally kids free. The idea of course is that by paying a small fee, you can escape the rowdy rug rats and revolting juveniles and teens for a few hours in tranquil bliss – except there are none of those on this cruise anyway!
However, for $15 you do get very plush deck chairs and extra fluffy towels, shelter from the sun, constant ice water service, and a very nice menu of light meals delivered to you. So with a gentle zephyr crossing the deck, we joined 7 other people willing to cough up the extra dollars, and passed several lovely hours doing crosswords (although BJ is of no help at all), listening to my iPod, and trotting to the loo and back after all that iced water…
Monday, July 26, 2010
Rest day...
Quote of the day: “On last year’s round the world cruise, one couple did 2 days, from Sydney to Auckland, and decided they didn’t like cruising. So they got off in Auckland and lost all their money.”
After 3 port days in a row, I did nothing but relax today. And I may well do the same tomorrow, and the next day…
After 3 port days in a row, I did nothing but relax today. And I may well do the same tomorrow, and the next day…
Sunday, July 25, 2010
New York, New York
Quote of the day: “No, I’m not going ashore today. I’d only get lost.”
Today was more about people, and less about sights. We’d visited New York some four years back, so the pressure to hit the tourist hotspots was off. That meant that I could kick back and really enjoy the day…
Well maybe not the start of the day. Waking up at 5am for the sail into port was a challenge. An alarm clock on a cruise? What sort of masochist am I? OK, so we’d been told it would be worth it, so I struggled up and hauled myself up onto the deck. (BJ just rolled over and went back to sleep, despite my best efforts to rouse him.)
And yes, it was worth the effort. As planned, the ship passed the Statue of Liberty just after sunrise, so that was a lovely sight. The Manhattan skyline was also worth seeing at that time of the morning, and quite different viewing it from the Hudson River than being in the city.
I let the rush to get ashore pass, and enjoyed a leisurely breakfast, and my customary coffee before getting organized. Why rush off on a Sunday morning, when nothing opens until 10am? New York may well be the city that never sleeps, but it’s definitely a little sluggish on a Sunday morning!
I wandered into town in good time to meet L, a former exchange student now living in New York, at MOMA (Museum of Modern Art, which is my favorite) at 10am. We did coffee, then the museum, covering most of the good stuff before the crowds built up. Loved it just as much this time around. Then it was off to meet up with B, and the 3 of us had brunch in a very nice cafe on the edge of Central Park. From there we did a bit of shopping (nothing flash, just basics like almonds, peanut butter, and the long awaited deodorant…) before hunting down a New York cheesecake… yum! Thanks guys for your patience!!
After getting caught in the rain, I headed for C & E’s place, and met their 2 year old for the first time. When the rain cleared, we strolled through Central Park for a while, and watched the “bubble man” doing his thing… what a cool place to spend a lazy Sunday afternoon. Music, dancing and families just out enjoying the lovely weather. Which all goes to show that it doesn’t have to be all rush and hustle in the Big Apple…
A quick dinner, then a scoot back to the ship for sail away. And just after dusk we glided back down the Hudson, and off to the Caribbean… I only wish I had a week in New York, not just a day – but thank you L & B, and C & E, for making this one day so memorable… I had a blast. Shame that BJ isn’t talking to me now because I left him behind on board the ship… Oh well…
Today was more about people, and less about sights. We’d visited New York some four years back, so the pressure to hit the tourist hotspots was off. That meant that I could kick back and really enjoy the day…
I let the rush to get ashore pass, and enjoyed a leisurely breakfast, and my customary coffee before getting organized. Why rush off on a Sunday morning, when nothing opens until 10am? New York may well be the city that never sleeps, but it’s definitely a little sluggish on a Sunday morning!
I wandered into town in good time to meet L, a former exchange student now living in New York, at MOMA (Museum of Modern Art, which is my favorite) at 10am. We did coffee, then the museum, covering most of the good stuff before the crowds built up. Loved it just as much this time around. Then it was off to meet up with B, and the 3 of us had brunch in a very nice cafe on the edge of Central Park. From there we did a bit of shopping (nothing flash, just basics like almonds, peanut butter, and the long awaited deodorant…) before hunting down a New York cheesecake… yum! Thanks guys for your patience!!
After getting caught in the rain, I headed for C & E’s place, and met their 2 year old for the first time. When the rain cleared, we strolled through Central Park for a while, and watched the “bubble man” doing his thing… what a cool place to spend a lazy Sunday afternoon. Music, dancing and families just out enjoying the lovely weather. Which all goes to show that it doesn’t have to be all rush and hustle in the Big Apple…
A quick dinner, then a scoot back to the ship for sail away. And just after dusk we glided back down the Hudson, and off to the Caribbean… I only wish I had a week in New York, not just a day – but thank you L & B, and C & E, for making this one day so memorable… I had a blast. Shame that BJ isn’t talking to me now because I left him behind on board the ship… Oh well…
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Mansions of Newport...
Quote of the day: “I was up on deck talking to this black American guy I thought was a crew member. When I asked him if he was having a day off, he gave me a funny look. Then he informed me that he was a passenger, not a crewmember, and a multi-millionaire. Talk about putting my foot in it.”
Today was Segway day. It was also the first time I’d driven on the right hand side of the road. (Yes, they do allow those things to drive on the road.) Up until now, I’ve always avoided driving anywhere that drives on the right.
The Segway was heaps of fun. Newport is another tender port, and it was a pain today as they had problems with the tender service. However, we eventually got ashore, and after a short training session, we were off around Newport. It’s all fairly flat, with lovely tree-lined streets - and a really beautiful town - so it was easy to scoot along.
The mansions we passed were amazing. Always interesting to see what the truly rich do with their money! Seems universal that the richer you are, the more you want to show off by building a bigger pile than the next fellow. Well in Newport, the Vanderbilts won the pissing competition!
So a lovely day in the playground of the rich and famous. No high-rise, no traffic congestion, no other ships in port, lots of cafes, lots of beautiful boats, and only a few places selling tack to the tourists… capped off with a thunder storm late in the afternoon.
Today was Segway day. It was also the first time I’d driven on the right hand side of the road. (Yes, they do allow those things to drive on the road.) Up until now, I’ve always avoided driving anywhere that drives on the right.
The Segway was heaps of fun. Newport is another tender port, and it was a pain today as they had problems with the tender service. However, we eventually got ashore, and after a short training session, we were off around Newport. It’s all fairly flat, with lovely tree-lined streets - and a really beautiful town - so it was easy to scoot along.
The mansions we passed were amazing. Always interesting to see what the truly rich do with their money! Seems universal that the richer you are, the more you want to show off by building a bigger pile than the next fellow. Well in Newport, the Vanderbilts won the pissing competition!
So a lovely day in the playground of the rich and famous. No high-rise, no traffic congestion, no other ships in port, lots of cafes, lots of beautiful boats, and only a few places selling tack to the tourists… capped off with a thunder storm late in the afternoon.
Friday, July 23, 2010
Gotta love Boston...
Quote of the day: “I went to the wine tasting earlier. I don’t drink wine normally and I think I had a bit too much. I might need to have a lie down before dinner.”
Boston was a real blast! Just a shame that we didn’t have very long there, as it was all on board by 3.30pm. US Immigration took ages to get through, and I’m sure they just throw the pieces of paper away at the end of the day. However, if you want to do the cruise thing, then you just have to jump through the hoops at the various borders…
I did my own thing, as I couldn’t find anyone else keen to do the galleries I wanted to do. I grabbed a taxi from downtown, out to the Museum of Fine Arts. The highlight there was getting to see Van Gogh’s painting of , the postmaster, and the painting of his wife. There were lots of Monet’s there as well, and a collection of Toulouse-Lautrec lithographs.
But the real thrill of the day was visiting the Isobella Stewart Gardener Museum. Way back at the beginning of last century, this wealthy art lover created a Venetian styled mansion to house her collection. And the collection of art, furniture and other odds and ends is both bizarre and fascinating. Part of her bequest was that nothing can be altered, so every painting stays in exactly the position it was in when she died. Even the frames where two paintings were stolen remain in place. No photos allowed so you’ll just have to go there yourself!
Boston was a real blast! Just a shame that we didn’t have very long there, as it was all on board by 3.30pm. US Immigration took ages to get through, and I’m sure they just throw the pieces of paper away at the end of the day. However, if you want to do the cruise thing, then you just have to jump through the hoops at the various borders…
But the real thrill of the day was visiting the Isobella Stewart Gardener Museum. Way back at the beginning of last century, this wealthy art lover created a Venetian styled mansion to house her collection. And the collection of art, furniture and other odds and ends is both bizarre and fascinating. Part of her bequest was that nothing can be altered, so every painting stays in exactly the position it was in when she died. Even the frames where two paintings were stolen remain in place. No photos allowed so you’ll just have to go there yourself!
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
It's Been A Hard Days Night...
Quote of the day: “I got personally trained yesterday. I ache all over today. The trainer was only 23, and the plan she gave me said I had to give up alcohol. Like that’s going to happen.”
Last night The Beatles tribute band, still trapped on board the Dawn Princess, moved out of the theatre, and on to the Riviera Deck, so people could dance. They tell us that this was their 7th performance on board, and they seem to be enjoying the large audiences they’ve been getting. Certainly a lot more than they would have got at the wedding they were booked for last Saturday… I wonder what sort of band they were replaced with?
And so they rocked on through the evening. And the crowd rocked too, midst the delicate aroma of fresh varnish, and being slowly dampened by the moist Atlantic fog, which had engulfed the ship yet again… I suspect though that quite a few of us are now all Beatled out. Still, just two more sea days, and with any luck, the lads from Liverpool will be able to disembark, and catch a flight back home.
A big score for me today: I was keen to do one of the Newport By Segway tours, but they’ve all been booked out for weeks. When I finally got around to asking if it was worth putting my name down on the wait list, the tour office told me they had just had a ticket handed back in, and promptly gave it to me… yes!
Oh, and if you’ve noticed my blogs are getting posted later and later, it’s because for the last 4 nights, we’ve been putting the clock back one hour per night… which gives everyone a lie-in and a 25 hour day…
Last night The Beatles tribute band, still trapped on board the Dawn Princess, moved out of the theatre, and on to the Riviera Deck, so people could dance. They tell us that this was their 7th performance on board, and they seem to be enjoying the large audiences they’ve been getting. Certainly a lot more than they would have got at the wedding they were booked for last Saturday… I wonder what sort of band they were replaced with?
And so they rocked on through the evening. And the crowd rocked too, midst the delicate aroma of fresh varnish, and being slowly dampened by the moist Atlantic fog, which had engulfed the ship yet again… I suspect though that quite a few of us are now all Beatled out. Still, just two more sea days, and with any luck, the lads from Liverpool will be able to disembark, and catch a flight back home.
A big score for me today: I was keen to do one of the Newport By Segway tours, but they’ve all been booked out for weeks. When I finally got around to asking if it was worth putting my name down on the wait list, the tour office told me they had just had a ticket handed back in, and promptly gave it to me… yes!
Oh, and if you’ve noticed my blogs are getting posted later and later, it’s because for the last 4 nights, we’ve been putting the clock back one hour per night… which gives everyone a lie-in and a 25 hour day…
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Titanic day
Quote of the day: “There’s a 70 year old guy on board who’s cruise card says he’s only 17. He’s been refused drinks in the bar, because when they scan his card, it says he’s underage. And he got a letter inviting him to tour the bridge. It said he had to be accompanied by a parent! He’s been trying to get it fixed for a week now…”
At midnight tonight, we pass directly over the wreck of the Titanic. At midday today there was a special presentation on the big screen on deck all about the Titanic, the facts about the disaster, and the aftermath… all very interesting. This afternoon they screened the movie Titanic – it was the 1953 version, so I gave it a miss. Plus it’s a bit like watching one of the “Airport” movies while flying: just a little unnerving!
A couple of days ago I got my new cruise card, which upgrades me on the Captain’s Circle from bog standard blue to Gold membership. Apparently that’s supposed to be important… you get it just for completing one cruise, and Dubai to Southampton counted as that. The primary benefit seems to be that I now get mail and emails giving me endless opportunities to spend more money with Princess! I can’t wait…
After LA, however, I will be upgraded again, this time to Platinum, as I will have completed over 50 days. That will give me some free internet time, which will at least be some compensation for the exorbitant charges I’m currently paying. Oh, and I’ll get a nice shiny silver card too… oh so very exciting!
At midnight tonight, we pass directly over the wreck of the Titanic. At midday today there was a special presentation on the big screen on deck all about the Titanic, the facts about the disaster, and the aftermath… all very interesting. This afternoon they screened the movie Titanic – it was the 1953 version, so I gave it a miss. Plus it’s a bit like watching one of the “Airport” movies while flying: just a little unnerving!
A couple of days ago I got my new cruise card, which upgrades me on the Captain’s Circle from bog standard blue to Gold membership. Apparently that’s supposed to be important… you get it just for completing one cruise, and Dubai to Southampton counted as that. The primary benefit seems to be that I now get mail and emails giving me endless opportunities to spend more money with Princess! I can’t wait…
After LA, however, I will be upgraded again, this time to Platinum, as I will have completed over 50 days. That will give me some free internet time, which will at least be some compensation for the exorbitant charges I’m currently paying. Oh, and I’ll get a nice shiny silver card too… oh so very exciting!
Monday, July 19, 2010
Mid-Atlantic
Quote of the day: “I was cursing the people next door for letting their deck furniture crash around in the rough weather. Then this morning I discovered it was the drink cans in my fridge making the noise.”
I’m happy. Our dinner table of waifs and strays is now complete, and they are all nice people. So that solves that problem for the rest of the trip, as the only people leaving are one lady in New York, and one couple in LA.
Today we reached the mid-point in the Atlantic. The seas are calm, and the temperature has risen. Some hardy souls were attempting to sunbathe, but I don’t think they would have had much success. The sun came out only briefly.
So this half of the trip, Southampton to Auckland, retraces the journey my family made when we emigrated to New Zealand. At that time I was only 7, so my memories are a little vague. Certainly the ship was nothing like the luxury of the Dawn Princess, and my recollection is that we only stopped at Panama and Tahiti. I do remember traversing the Panama Canal though, so repeating that will be a highlight for me. (Of course, it’s the first time for BJ too, so he’s already getting very excited at the prospect.)
I can only imagine what it must have been like for my parents, leaving home, young child in tow, and setting off to a new life in New Zealand. Very much a journey into the unknown, but they did realize that the opportunities would be much greater for them by doing that, than by staying in the UK.
I’m happy. Our dinner table of waifs and strays is now complete, and they are all nice people. So that solves that problem for the rest of the trip, as the only people leaving are one lady in New York, and one couple in LA.
Today we reached the mid-point in the Atlantic. The seas are calm, and the temperature has risen. Some hardy souls were attempting to sunbathe, but I don’t think they would have had much success. The sun came out only briefly.
So this half of the trip, Southampton to Auckland, retraces the journey my family made when we emigrated to New Zealand. At that time I was only 7, so my memories are a little vague. Certainly the ship was nothing like the luxury of the Dawn Princess, and my recollection is that we only stopped at Panama and Tahiti. I do remember traversing the Panama Canal though, so repeating that will be a highlight for me. (Of course, it’s the first time for BJ too, so he’s already getting very excited at the prospect.)
I can only imagine what it must have been like for my parents, leaving home, young child in tow, and setting off to a new life in New Zealand. Very much a journey into the unknown, but they did realize that the opportunities would be much greater for them by doing that, than by staying in the UK.
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Another rocky day in the Atlantic
Quote of the day: “My friend and I have been cruising on different cruises for 8 months now. After 6 months we got back to Sydney. I went back home for the day, unpacked the thin clothes, and packed the fat clothes for the rest of the trip.” Lady at breakfast tucking into an enormous meal.
Another day at sea: dolphins off the port side. Looking brighter but still not sunbathing weather…
For the cynics who think a sea day would be as boring as hell, mine goes something like this:
0700 Wake up and go for a deck walk, or hit the treadmill if the weather’s bad.
0800 Breakfast in the restaurant. Great time to socialize, over a delicious omelet.
0900 Down to the patisserie for my cappuccino fix, a crossword and a quiet read.
Plan out the rest of the day using the onboard newsletter.
1030 A lecture of some kind, either about a port we’ll be visiting, or a history topic.
1200 Lunch sometime in the next hour or so. Usually at the buffet (“the trough”) to avoid overeating in the main restaurant.
1300 Siesta. Maybe get the washing done, start the blog, snooze…
1430 Movie, another cappuccino, deck wander, read, email, whatever’s going on.
1600 Gym… great way to work up an appetite.
1730 Dinner – finest meal of the day – just superb!
1900 Finish blog and upload, check news and emails etc.
2000 Live show in the main theatre – usually quite good so will probably stay…
2130 Live show in the Lounge – music or comedy – variable standard so give it the “10 minute test”, and may not stay!
2230 Bed time. Try to figure out where the hell the day went as I drift off to sleep! Plan to do something useful tomorrow, like a writing project. But probably won’t…
Another day at sea: dolphins off the port side. Looking brighter but still not sunbathing weather…
For the cynics who think a sea day would be as boring as hell, mine goes something like this:
0700 Wake up and go for a deck walk, or hit the treadmill if the weather’s bad.
0800 Breakfast in the restaurant. Great time to socialize, over a delicious omelet.
0900 Down to the patisserie for my cappuccino fix, a crossword and a quiet read.
Plan out the rest of the day using the onboard newsletter.
1030 A lecture of some kind, either about a port we’ll be visiting, or a history topic.
1200 Lunch sometime in the next hour or so. Usually at the buffet (“the trough”) to avoid overeating in the main restaurant.
1300 Siesta. Maybe get the washing done, start the blog, snooze…
1430 Movie, another cappuccino, deck wander, read, email, whatever’s going on.
1600 Gym… great way to work up an appetite.
1730 Dinner – finest meal of the day – just superb!
1900 Finish blog and upload, check news and emails etc.
2000 Live show in the main theatre – usually quite good so will probably stay…
2130 Live show in the Lounge – music or comedy – variable standard so give it the “10 minute test”, and may not stay!
2230 Bed time. Try to figure out where the hell the day went as I drift off to sleep! Plan to do something useful tomorrow, like a writing project. But probably won’t…
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Nothing to see but sea...
Quote of the day: “Yesterday two elderly ladies got into an argument in the buffet restaurant. They ended up dueling with walking sticks.”
The seas have calmed, but quite a few people are still suffering with seasickness. So far I’ve been spared… BJ wants to know why there’s water everywhere, and how long it’ll be before we find a tree for him to climb…
The captain has announced that we’re sailing further south than planned, to avoid the worst of the weather, and hopes that the sun will be shining again by tomorrow evening. The result of this is that we’ll be passing the exact position the Titanic went down… lovely… let’s hope someone will be on iceberg watch!
Also heard today that several people got off in Southampton to visit family, and were due to rejoin in Dublin. With missing our stop there, they now have to find their own way to Boston to reboard. Now that would come as a bit of a shock. About now they’re probably poring over the small print of their insurance policies, and possibly buying a few new clothes, as they left their luggage on the ship. Let’s hope they’re making good use of their 6 days off the ship and doing some interesting things!
The seas have calmed, but quite a few people are still suffering with seasickness. So far I’ve been spared… BJ wants to know why there’s water everywhere, and how long it’ll be before we find a tree for him to climb…
The captain has announced that we’re sailing further south than planned, to avoid the worst of the weather, and hopes that the sun will be shining again by tomorrow evening. The result of this is that we’ll be passing the exact position the Titanic went down… lovely… let’s hope someone will be on iceberg watch!
Also heard today that several people got off in Southampton to visit family, and were due to rejoin in Dublin. With missing our stop there, they now have to find their own way to Boston to reboard. Now that would come as a bit of a shock. About now they’re probably poring over the small print of their insurance policies, and possibly buying a few new clothes, as they left their luggage on the ship. Let’s hope they’re making good use of their 6 days off the ship and doing some interesting things!Friday, July 16, 2010
Dublin ditched...
Quote of the day: “The Beatles (tribute band) were supposed to get off in Dublin. Now they have to stay on board until Boston. I bet they wished they had a yellow submarine to get out of here…”
At 7am the Captain’s voice broke into my half-sleep over the intercom to announce that the port visit to Dublin was off. Apparently the wind was so strong that they wouldn’t be able to dock safely, even using tugs. What a blow!
I’d actually done my research for this port and had a plan of attack. There were two galleries I was particularly interested in visiting, plus a couple of things I wanted to buy before heading across the Atlantic. I’m now in great danger of being known as that smelly guy who doesn’t use deodorant…
That was the second upset in 24 hours. Last night I met my new dining companions. He was a miserable, complaining old fart, and she is in the early stages of dementia… when he started being rude to our lovely waiter (and being rude to the waiters was apparently the reason he had been moved from the other dining room), I decided it was time to leave… I’m now on the hunt for a new table. Come back J & A – all is forgiven!!!
So now we hit 6 sea days, making a total of 8 sea days in a row. This could well be cabin fever territory… anyone for Scrabble?
At 7am the Captain’s voice broke into my half-sleep over the intercom to announce that the port visit to Dublin was off. Apparently the wind was so strong that they wouldn’t be able to dock safely, even using tugs. What a blow!
I’d actually done my research for this port and had a plan of attack. There were two galleries I was particularly interested in visiting, plus a couple of things I wanted to buy before heading across the Atlantic. I’m now in great danger of being known as that smelly guy who doesn’t use deodorant…
That was the second upset in 24 hours. Last night I met my new dining companions. He was a miserable, complaining old fart, and she is in the early stages of dementia… when he started being rude to our lovely waiter (and being rude to the waiters was apparently the reason he had been moved from the other dining room), I decided it was time to leave… I’m now on the hunt for a new table. Come back J & A – all is forgiven!!!
So now we hit 6 sea days, making a total of 8 sea days in a row. This could well be cabin fever territory… anyone for Scrabble?
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Let's Rock and Roll!
Quote of the day: “Our children have been very good to us and are helping us make this trip. They have good, well-paid jobs. But our oldest tells us he’s frightened to open any emails from us now, in case we ask for more money.”
It cut up a bit rough overnight and this morning, as we sailed through the English Channel. I leaped out of bed early, and headed for the gym on day 1 of my new routine, only to find it had been closed due to the weather conditions, dammit. So I was forced to battle the gales on the Promenade Deck with the other fitness bunnies… At 14°C though, I called it quits after 5 circuits.
From there it’s been a day of staggering around the ship, as it pitched and rolled along. (CB: we passed between Penzance and the Scilly Isles around lunch time, but I wasn’t able to call in for a beer.) Things improved a little during the afternoon, as we got into the Celtic Sea. BJ wasn’t terribly pleased with the conditions, but at least he didn’t get seasick! This evening’s mission is to “liberate” a teaspoon from the dining room so I can get stuck into the peanut butter I bought yesterday in Southampton!
It cut up a bit rough overnight and this morning, as we sailed through the English Channel. I leaped out of bed early, and headed for the gym on day 1 of my new routine, only to find it had been closed due to the weather conditions, dammit. So I was forced to battle the gales on the Promenade Deck with the other fitness bunnies… At 14°C though, I called it quits after 5 circuits.
From there it’s been a day of staggering around the ship, as it pitched and rolled along. (CB: we passed between Penzance and the Scilly Isles around lunch time, but I wasn’t able to call in for a beer.) Things improved a little during the afternoon, as we got into the Celtic Sea. BJ wasn’t terribly pleased with the conditions, but at least he didn’t get seasick! This evening’s mission is to “liberate” a teaspoon from the dining room so I can get stuck into the peanut butter I bought yesterday in Southampton!
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
A day in Southampton
Quote of the day: “You’ve got to keep the royal family in England after the Queen dies. That’s the whole reason we Americans come visit. If you didn’t have all that stuff, then half of us wouldn’t bother coming over. We’d rather just go to Disneyland.”
What a day! JB ended the cruise part of her trip, and headed back to Europe. We had an early breakfast together, then headed off in different directions to do battle with British Immigration… they insisted everyone on the ship, whether they were getting off or not, present themselves and their passport for inspection. Crazy, crazy, crazy… and such a waste of time…
After that charade, BJ (remember my little travel companion?) and I moved cabins. We now have a cabin without a balcony, but with a huge panoramic window, which surprisingly lets in more light. It slopes outward too, so has a very odd feel to it. The new cabin is a mirror image of the previous one – everything is on the opposite side: taps, light fittings, drawers, cupboards – so it will take a couple of days to get used to it.
I finally got ashore, grabbed a map, and headed to the railway station to meet D and S-J, old friends from NZ who have been living in London for the last 5 years. Great to catch up with them – we had a wander around town, visited the art gallery, and settled in to a pub for a traditional pub lunch. I went for sausages and mash, as a prime example of British cuisine! It came with peas, which were green fortunately, not mushy…
I arrived back to a half a shipload of new passengers, with many of them roving around, exploring their new home. I chatted with two couples, one at dinner and the other on deck, both lots ex-pat English returning home to Australia. Very nice people who assured me the weather had been great up until a couple of days ago. Now it’s bloody cold, and I understand we’re heading into bad weather. So no sunbathing for a while…
What a day! JB ended the cruise part of her trip, and headed back to Europe. We had an early breakfast together, then headed off in different directions to do battle with British Immigration… they insisted everyone on the ship, whether they were getting off or not, present themselves and their passport for inspection. Crazy, crazy, crazy… and such a waste of time…
After that charade, BJ (remember my little travel companion?) and I moved cabins. We now have a cabin without a balcony, but with a huge panoramic window, which surprisingly lets in more light. It slopes outward too, so has a very odd feel to it. The new cabin is a mirror image of the previous one – everything is on the opposite side: taps, light fittings, drawers, cupboards – so it will take a couple of days to get used to it.
I arrived back to a half a shipload of new passengers, with many of them roving around, exploring their new home. I chatted with two couples, one at dinner and the other on deck, both lots ex-pat English returning home to Australia. Very nice people who assured me the weather had been great up until a couple of days ago. Now it’s bloody cold, and I understand we’re heading into bad weather. So no sunbathing for a while…
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Le Havre
Quote of the day: “They told me I was too early to sign in for the tour. I told them what I thought. This always happens. They seem to forget that we are the guests on this ship. Well I’ll have something to say to them about this later, believe me.” Another Aussie making life miserable for himself.
Our final port on this sector of the cruise, and my last day before going “solo”. We decided to head for Honfleur, about 30 minutes drive from the ship. This is a delightful fishing village with a long history, and a lot of very old buildings and churches. It’s also described as the town where Impressionism began, and today is still the home of many artists, galleries and shops selling locally produced paintings. It has a lovely atmosphere, despite being quite popular with tourists, and we spent a couple of hours wandering around the quaint streets, sipping coffee and snacking on croissants… what a wonderful way to pass the morning!
After lunch back at HQ, we went into Le Havre for a look around, but found it quite uninspiring after our morning excursion. We did a few essentials, then back to the ship for a final dinner with J and A, our lovely dinner companions. We’ve had some great laughs with them, and hope we meet up again some day.
After lunch back at HQ, we went into Le Havre for a look around, but found it quite uninspiring after our morning excursion. We did a few essentials, then back to the ship for a final dinner with J and A, our lovely dinner companions. We’ve had some great laughs with them, and hope we meet up again some day.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Introducing... BJ!
Quote of the day: “The standard of dress on this ship is simply appalling. The Australians how no idea how to dress properly. And the New Zealanders are even worse.” Lady from the USA.
Today I’d like to introduce BJ. He’s the baby Barbary ape who attached himself to us on Gibraltar for the exorbitant sum of $5 (yes, he’s bloody ugly, and looks nothing like the real thing, but what do you expect for that price, and made in China?). Now as you may already know, JB is deserting me at Southampton, doing one of her whistle stop tours around friends in Europe, and then belting back to NZ to party up large before I get back… So BJ is my new travel companion for the rest of the trip. JB is not that thrilled at being replaced by an ape, but then whose idea was it to go AWOL?
Those more astute readers will have noticed that “BJ” is the reverse of “JB”. And that is no accident, as he is, in fact, quite the reverse of JB: he’s male, single, totally lacking in motivation, says nothing of consequence, and has the intelligence of, well, a Barbary ape…However, I do plan to educate him over the next few days, and I’m sure he’ll be putting his oar in on the blog before you can say “pissed as a fart in Dublin”. Which is where we’ll be on Friday… So watch this space…
Today was another sea day. Also the final formal night for this sector. I’ve put up the formal photo of us both for those who doubted we ever get out of jeans and T-shirts… we overindulged a little this evening – double desert – but what can you do when there’s Baked Alaska on the menu???
Today I’d like to introduce BJ. He’s the baby Barbary ape who attached himself to us on Gibraltar for the exorbitant sum of $5 (yes, he’s bloody ugly, and looks nothing like the real thing, but what do you expect for that price, and made in China?). Now as you may already know, JB is deserting me at Southampton, doing one of her whistle stop tours around friends in Europe, and then belting back to NZ to party up large before I get back… So BJ is my new travel companion for the rest of the trip. JB is not that thrilled at being replaced by an ape, but then whose idea was it to go AWOL?
Today was another sea day. Also the final formal night for this sector. I’ve put up the formal photo of us both for those who doubted we ever get out of jeans and T-shirts… we overindulged a little this evening – double desert – but what can you do when there’s Baked Alaska on the menu???
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Off the coast of Portugal
Quote of the day: “He was totally drunk last night. I helped him down the stairs, but he was too heavy for me and he fell down. I tried to help him up but couldn’t manage it. That’s when he fell and did the serious damage.”
With only three more nights before Southampton, there’s a definite change in mood about the ship. Some people are happy their cruise is coming to an end, while others are sad about it. As I mentioned previously, nearly half the passengers are leaving on Wednesday, which means they are all trying to make their final arrangements during the next couple of sea days.
JB is much more relaxed than most. She plans on throwing everything into her bags on the last night, and doubts it will take her more that about 20 minutes… I’m only moving down one deck, and to the back of the ship, but it will probably take me longer than that… oh well…
Our lovely dinner companions are also bailing at Southampton, and in theory I should be allocated a new table to go along with the new cabin. I’d rather stay where I am for dinner, so our waiter is trying to set that up for me. Here’s hoping…
We have now left the warmth of the Mediterranean, and are currently sailing in the Atlantic along the coast of Portugal, heading for Le Havre. In a sudden change in weather, the temperature has dropped to a chilling 17°C, there are clouds in the sky, and the pools are empty… life is tough…
With only three more nights before Southampton, there’s a definite change in mood about the ship. Some people are happy their cruise is coming to an end, while others are sad about it. As I mentioned previously, nearly half the passengers are leaving on Wednesday, which means they are all trying to make their final arrangements during the next couple of sea days.
JB is much more relaxed than most. She plans on throwing everything into her bags on the last night, and doubts it will take her more that about 20 minutes… I’m only moving down one deck, and to the back of the ship, but it will probably take me longer than that… oh well…
Our lovely dinner companions are also bailing at Southampton, and in theory I should be allocated a new table to go along with the new cabin. I’d rather stay where I am for dinner, so our waiter is trying to set that up for me. Here’s hoping…
We have now left the warmth of the Mediterranean, and are currently sailing in the Atlantic along the coast of Portugal, heading for Le Havre. In a sudden change in weather, the temperature has dropped to a chilling 17°C, there are clouds in the sky, and the pools are empty… life is tough…
Saturday, July 10, 2010
A chunk of British rock called Gibraltar...
Quote of the day: “A lot of them don’t have anyone to look after them. They use the cruise lines to look after them. They can’t get insurance and they can’t fly. I don’t want to be on a ship with people like that.”
Gibraltar is “Little Britain” in the Med. in more ways than one! English pubs, fish and chips, English police helmets, and cannons galore – oh, and the worst coffee on this trip to date… plus a number of eccentric ex-pats strutting their stuff… at least that is until the tourists descend on the place.
Gibraltar is a strategic peninsula jutting off the south of Spain, apparently important as it has the potential to control entry and exit into the Mediterranean. England captured the Rock in 1704 (all 3 square miles of it), and has steadfastly refused to give it back to Spain ever since! The damn cheek of it… their current excuse is that they asked the inhabitants if they wanted to be British or Spanish in 1967, and most said they wanted to stay British… hardly surprising, but a very silly situation.
So now they drive on the right side of the road, have their own currency (the Gibraltar pound, not even the English pound) and get all grumpy when you want to pay in euros. They have their own airport – it protrudes out into the harbour, and the main road across to Spain runs right through the middle of it, so they have barrier arms to stop the traffic when planes are landing and taking off, just like at railway crossings!!!
We arrived early, docking before dawn, and had a very pleasant stroll through town before the shops opened. There’s another bloody cable car up to the top of the Rock, which I declined to take. Two of those infernal machines is enough for any vacation! JB however wanted to see the monkeys, so off she went. I satisfied myself with the solo monkey in town, which was furiously attacking rubbish bins… well a monkey’s got to live…
We met up again at Marks and Spencers (oh so very British) and did a quick whisk around the shops, I had a hair cut, and bought a couple of things before heading back to the ship for lunch and an early departure. The locals told us that they have had a terrible winter, with four months of virtually non-stop rain, and that it should be stinking hot by now. Fortunately, the weather is currently unseasonably temperate… our luck is holding.
Gibraltar is a strategic peninsula jutting off the south of Spain, apparently important as it has the potential to control entry and exit into the Mediterranean. England captured the Rock in 1704 (all 3 square miles of it), and has steadfastly refused to give it back to Spain ever since! The damn cheek of it… their current excuse is that they asked the inhabitants if they wanted to be British or Spanish in 1967, and most said they wanted to stay British… hardly surprising, but a very silly situation.
So now they drive on the right side of the road, have their own currency (the Gibraltar pound, not even the English pound) and get all grumpy when you want to pay in euros. They have their own airport – it protrudes out into the harbour, and the main road across to Spain runs right through the middle of it, so they have barrier arms to stop the traffic when planes are landing and taking off, just like at railway crossings!!!
We met up again at Marks and Spencers (oh so very British) and did a quick whisk around the shops, I had a hair cut, and bought a couple of things before heading back to the ship for lunch and an early departure. The locals told us that they have had a terrible winter, with four months of virtually non-stop rain, and that it should be stinking hot by now. Fortunately, the weather is currently unseasonably temperate… our luck is holding.
Friday, July 9, 2010
Peace and calm at sea...
Quote of the day: “In Athens I had my wallet stolen out of my back pocket, which was buttoned up. You’ve got to admire them though. They did up the button again after taking the wallet.”
I hate to admit it, but it’s a relief to have a few sea days ahead of us – today, then two days before Le Havre, with a half day in Gibraltar tomorrow being the only port stop. Our four port days in a row were wonderful, but exhausting (3 different languages in four days addles the brain…), even for fit little bunnies like us! However, we were fortunate in just beating the worst of the summer heat and holiday crowds.
So we did very little today, but did attend an art auction for the first time. Now didn’t JB say we weren’t doing that on this cruise? And it was her idea… Pile of junk though so we weren’t even tempted to bid. Meanwhile the coast of Spain drifts by our cabin window…
I hate to admit it, but it’s a relief to have a few sea days ahead of us – today, then two days before Le Havre, with a half day in Gibraltar tomorrow being the only port stop. Our four port days in a row were wonderful, but exhausting (3 different languages in four days addles the brain…), even for fit little bunnies like us! However, we were fortunate in just beating the worst of the summer heat and holiday crowds.
So we did very little today, but did attend an art auction for the first time. Now didn’t JB say we weren’t doing that on this cruise? And it was her idea… Pile of junk though so we weren’t even tempted to bid. Meanwhile the coast of Spain drifts by our cabin window…
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Barcelona
Quote of the day: “I took a break just by the corner of the church, and when I looked around, you had all disappeared. The guide had to come back and look for me. You better keep me on a leash for the rest of the tour.”
Today we both hit the wall! After 3 wonderful days of trotting around doing our own thing, we both ran out of energy and decided we needed to take things a bit easier today. So after a leisurely breakfast, and a couple of coffees, we grabbed a last minute bus tour to hit the major sights of Barcelona.
The outstanding parts of the tour were the Gaudi designed buildings – the strange and surreal Cathedral (still under construction after over 100 years), and houses that make the architecture of Barcelona unique. We also took in the Olympic centre, and the lovely park area on the hill above the city.
By the end of that, we had recovered our energy, so instead of returning to the ship, we headed off on our own, down the gondola (I still hate those things) and along the road to the Joan Miro Foundation Gallery. I’ve been a fan of his work for a while, but only seen the occasional piece on our travels, so this place was a real treat – it has a huge collection of his paintings, as well as a number of sculptures, and a great video presentation about his life and work. Well worth the visit, and they did a decent coffee there too…
JB successfully navigated us back to the centre of town, and through the old city, where we had an early dinner: tapas, sangria, and Catalan bread. We sat out on the edge of a large piazza, and soaked in the atmosphere. A stroll down La Rambla, the main street full of stalls and entertainers, rounded off another great day.
The outstanding parts of the tour were the Gaudi designed buildings – the strange and surreal Cathedral (still under construction after over 100 years), and houses that make the architecture of Barcelona unique. We also took in the Olympic centre, and the lovely park area on the hill above the city.
By the end of that, we had recovered our energy, so instead of returning to the ship, we headed off on our own, down the gondola (I still hate those things) and along the road to the Joan Miro Foundation Gallery. I’ve been a fan of his work for a while, but only seen the occasional piece on our travels, so this place was a real treat – it has a huge collection of his paintings, as well as a number of sculptures, and a great video presentation about his life and work. Well worth the visit, and they did a decent coffee there too…
JB successfully navigated us back to the centre of town, and through the old city, where we had an early dinner: tapas, sangria, and Catalan bread. We sat out on the edge of a large piazza, and soaked in the atmosphere. A stroll down La Rambla, the main street full of stalls and entertainers, rounded off another great day.
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