We stepped off with absolutely no dramas at all and once again, question why the Americans have to make life so difficult for inbound tourists and waste so much precious land time. With so many ports in such a short time period, disembarkation varies from the breezy to the diabolical. This was really breezy.
After the first, we hopped into the spa and over the tannoy came the message that due to a medical emergency, we were heading back. The patient was transferred to a pilot boat thankfully, otherwise we would have lost more than an hour. As yet, the rumour mill hasn’t generated any answers other than no stretcher was used and the person we believe to be the ‘patient’, walked on.
The Australians were noticeable by their absence from the ‘International’ dining room menu and we feasted on goodies such as rack of veal. For the first time on the cruise, I had to send back the veal as it was way undercooked, as was Anthea’s rib beef. Easily remedied and the replacements were just perfect.
Vista entertainer was Mike Harris. A good show but like a previous entertainer, made a joke about Camilla Parker Bowles being really ugly. Sorry guys, I totally disagree but maybe a look in the mirror wouldn’t go amiss. Because someone isn’t a plastic raving beauty doesn’t make them ugly. To compound it, the cruise staff member summing up the show agreed with the comic’s comment.
We did our usual coffee in the atrium but Alana and Alan were doing a sing-along, and this was still in full swing with an almost full house. They closed with “Now is the Hour”, “We’ll Meet Again” and finally, “Auld Lang Syne”. Good to get these sad songs out of the way before the last night, as we fully expect some quite emotional farewells on Saturday night.
Bed late (midnight) and a message to put the clocks back yet again.
Well, that is almost it. Just three sea days and we are home. Not a lot more to blog now, but once things have settled down at home, I’ll possibly do a summary of sorts. There are a few events to look forward to on board but now it is time to try and organise the packing. Oh, deep joy....