Last night, through the night, and this morning, tempestuous seas which I barely recall from previous voyages make for an exciting seascape and spectacular bow sprays. Walking around the ship is hazardous as the ground moves in mysterious and unpredictable ways. I have prepared for possible mal de mer, taking appropriate medication. Thus, I am enjoying the anger of the gods, but hope they don’t throw in a rogue wave “for luck”.
However, I am now looking forward to the predictably of rail travel, or so I think! It’s hard to believe that three days from now, I shall be on a train from Sydney to Coff’s Harbour. This journey continues to amaze, but the ship’s internet doesn’t! I shall probably have to wait until I am on terra firma to post these blogs.
More writings to follow, David.
In the meantime, views as QV cuts through the turbulent Tasman Sea.
Tomorrow is the last sea day, a day of packing, and my 70th Birthday Celebrations at the Captain’s Table. At the last minute, and I hope not too late, I invited the Captain. Unbelievably, a lady at our table who joined us at Auckland celebrates her 89th birthday on March 1st.
I, naturally, shall be a little sad at giving up my comfortable stateroom in exchange for untried (by me) Australian sleeping car accommodation. But the next leg of my trip will involve far more work. However, the paperwork is all in order.
More comment tomorrow.
(22.43 hrs. Mon 25/2/19)
David's Cruise 