Queen for a week and a day

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There was a time when the North Atlantic was busy with great ocean liners steaming back and forth, the only way to get from here to there and back again. Then we started taking planes, which was fine when Max Ward was serving meals on fine china but that slid off the side as soon as Air Canada started charging for in-flight cocktails and then meals, headsets, blankets, movies. And there's no peanuts or legroom. Stop the madness!
As The Man in Seat 61 says on his excellent travel website (http://www.seat61.com/queen-mary-2.htm):
"I have come to realize that staggering round a transatlantic liner in a dinner jacket with a martini is the normal, rational, reasonable way to cross the Atlantic. Heading for an airport and strapping yourself to a flimsy aluminum tube is an unfortunate and eccentric aberration."
Monday, I board the stately Cunard (that's pronounced Cue-Nard) Queen Mary 2 in New York to sail to Southampton, England. Once we slip under the Verrazano Narrows Bridge and past the Statue of Liberty, it's seven nights on the big, wide sea. Then a week in London. Care to join me? Blogging begins Nov. 1.
Linda

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Photos

Queen Mary 2
Ladies and gentlemen, the Queen

Comments

[Blaise]

High seas
Man in pub, turns to drinking buddy and says: "I used to work for Cunard." Drinking buddy replies: "I'm with Citibank, and they make us work pretty hard too."