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Published: February 8th 2016
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First and foremost, Happy Groundhog Day! No matter what that ratty critter sees, you just have to take what comes. You can't fool with Mother Nature! Spring will spring when it's spring.
It's breakfast time AGAIN! Time to eat. No malingerers, please. Today, most of the sailing folk are going to take "tenders" (small transport boats) to an island called Half Moon Cay. It's a small island with a beautiful beach. They will have a barbecue meal while over there. We are planning on staying on board. The tender won't accommodate Sam's scooter plus the island is all sand which will not work with his vehicle. No matter, we aren't interested in going, anyway. We take our time enjoying breakfast with Sam & Sandy and Carole & George. We can watch the folks load into the tenders and head off to the island. It's a bright sunny day. We begin our exploration day by touring the upper, open air decks of this large sailing vessel. Beautiful amenities with unique lounges and a fantastic view. Lulu took full advantage of every comfy chaise she could find. Such a busy and frolicking gal. The opposite end of the ship offers huge water
Top of the ship
Lulu riding high slides and amusements for the young at heart and daring. I stayed at the comfy lounge end!
Hey.....wait a minute. We had been given completely incorrect information! Whoa, there, folks. As we watch the loading of the tender boats, we see people in wheelchairs boarding them. Cory checks with Guest Relations to see if Sam can get his scooter on board. Sure but they say the land won't be compatible with his scooter. That's okay, we'll just ride the boat back & forth for a different floatation day. The six of us board the good sized tender boat. It was delightful as we sat in the open air top section. Fresh sea air blowing through our thinning hair and wrinkled faces (some of us).....senior faces. Once, close to land, we can see pathways that are paved. Again, the info given us was not correct. No matter....this works for our traveling clan so we debark. We arrive in a small market place. Very clean and neat. Cory & George bought T-shirts; Carole & George bought hats. Lulu shopped around .....fortunately everything she found didn't fit. She's a special order person. We kept following the paved trail to the barbecue .....
Swinging in a big hammock
Resting in a small personal cabana Hamburgers, Hot Dogs, Chicken, Salads, Sides and Desserts...gobs and gobs of food. A pathetic,feathered visitor approached us as we dined on some chicken: a live chicken came around our table.....clucking loudly, searching for its mate.....oh, no! Could it be? Was the charred, chicken morsels on our plate its mate? We must leave before confirmation is made. Much too tragic to even think about.
As we meandered back along the brick-lined pathway, we made a short stop at the beach. It was packed. Jones Beach all over again. Lulu didn't care as she ran (best she can) towards the water. She would only go in with shoes on. So fussy & particular. She lounged for a minute and then we hoofed it back to our group. Time to board the ship again via the tender. We skimmed the seas and the crew hooked us up to our mother ship. The waves were rough and crashing for some reason. The gangplank was sliding back & forth and up & done like an amusement park ride. The tender was rocking to & fro. With our lives in jeopardy, we clung to the rails and high stepped it off the plank. Sam, on
his scooter, rode it like a roller coaster ride.....up and down and all around before he made a straight shot into the craft. Whew.....we made it, safe and sound....kind of. It was not easy. Lulu experienced mal de mare just crossing the plank.
No time to linger....more places to go and things to see. Cory, Sandy and myself (plus you-know-who) put on our bathing suits and decided to enjoy the hot sunshine around the pool. A few clouds in the sky kept us moving our lounges but eventually, the clouds moved on as did the ship as we sweltered in the burning sun. I already have my appointment with my dermatologist! He won't be thrilled seeing even a hint of tanned skin. Resting with the soothing motion of the ship and utterly enjoying the calming atmosphere, we were suddenly and rudely jolted out of our lounges with a horrific and deafening 3 blasts from the big red fin at the top of the boat. Our location was directly facing it. It is a wonder it didn't blow us completely off the ship. It was horrible...beyond horrible.....mega horrible! Cory now has to share his earring aides with me (actually in
the morning I had fresh blood in my ear canal (true story) and not the one I had jammed the Q-tip in). The frightening and powerful blast must have perforated my other eardrum! Lawyer, Lawyer! Just call me Helen from now on. Huh? What? Huh? My bland description of the clamorous noise does not compare to what it actually sounded like. Words cannot describe. The decibels were off the chart! The time Sam & Sandy got their RV air horn stuck and blaring after honking at us outside of Branson, Missouri was like a silent whisper in comparison to this explosive, horrendous sound. Pray for me.
The auditory torture didn't ruin our appetites as we made the lengthy hike through the unending corridors to the dining room. I should be slimming down but the opposite is happening. I must be storing up on whale blubber in case we sink.
Next on the agenda is a musical show. We have learned to go early to get a seat. All nicely settled and comfy in our seats, we were quickly told we had to leave and to wait behind the closed doors until showtime. They didn't care to hear about
Big water slides
Opposite end of ship Sam and his needs....out, get out! Jeepers! Where's the compassion? What about my special needs for hearing loss? Get Out! I can still hear those ugly words through my hearing impaired status. Lulu is not happy and snarls as we drag ourselves back to the dreaded hallway as the doors slam behind us! Eventually, we are allowed back in. They had saved our seats with reserved placards which was appreciated. The show was nice...beautiful costumes.
We bustle along to another show back at the comedy club. Another line to wait in....we are getting pretty weary doing lines. This show was a different comedian than the other night but he was just as filthy and gross as the first one. Instead of watching porn, we are listening to it. They do give a disclaimer that if you don't like an adult theme and the "f" word, don't plunk yourself down. Not sure why some think it is all that funny but that's all that is offered. Unless, you like Dr.Seuss.....there is a parade and other children's entertainment with the Seuss theme. Back at our room with visions of raunchy stuff all in our heads. Sleep, we need sleep. Good night,
folks. I certainly don't need ear plugs ..... the ship's horn has taken care of that for me! Huh?
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