• Homeward Bound Through the Blizzard

    21st January 2014 We woke to a slightly warmer morning than yesterday. After a couple of coffees, my first task was to go online with my tablet, thank goodness for the very fast, free Wi-Fi in the room, and check in for our flight this evening. Once that was accomplished, I retrieved our passports and… Continue Reading

  • Rocking, Rolling and Dozing Off at Sea

    18th January 2014 Another storm rolled in overnight, rattling us awake with the ship’s newfound enthusiasm for rocking and rolling. By the time we properly surfaced in the morning, however, the sea had calmed down entirely. No evidence remained of the overnight drama, other than a suspiciously soggy balcony. Breakfast in the Britannia restaurant was… Continue Reading

  • Banana Bread, Bat Vision, and Bingo

    17th January 2014 The sea was a touch frisky this morning, though nothing to trouble a seasoned sailor such as myself (or so I keep telling Sue). Breakfast was in the waiter-service Britannia restaurant, where we shared a table for six with some well-travelled fellow Brits. Their tales of nautical escapades and “lessons learned” at… Continue Reading

  • Quizzes, Queasiness, and Queen Elizabeth Tales

    15th January 2014 After what was my most restful night of the voyage, interrupted only briefly when we seemingly ran over a very large whale that momentarily roused me from sleep, I was surprised to learn that Sue had been tossing and turning most of the night. Stepping onto the balcony, I soon understood why.… Continue Reading

  • Rolling Seas, Space Tales, and Shipboard Spectacles

    14th January 2014 After another night of rock and roll, somehow, we both managed to get a decent amount of sleep, and I woke early. Not by choice, mind you, but because, unlike Sue, who meticulously tracks all shipboard announcements, I hadn’t set my watch back yet another hour. To top it off, I ventured… Continue Reading

  • Storms, Spray, and the Search for Sue

    13th January 2014 Well, what a night! I’m grateful we’re on such a massive ship, and for the Captain’s decision to steer us some 250 miles south of our intended course to avoid a Force 10 storm. Even so, the constant rocking of the ship, with the odd thud here and there, made for a… Continue Reading