We sailed from Miami on Tuesday afternoon after a gala evening that we were too tired to really enjoy. After a couple of days at sea we arrived in Roseau, Dominica on January 11. There, we went whale watching and actually saw several female Sperm Whales and a couple of calves.
There she blows! Whale up! Drink rum punch!
Next stop was Bridgetown, Barbados and a highlights tour to an old signal tower with a helluva view.
A visit to a tropical garden.
After our stroll, this little guy posed for photos while we drank more rum punch.
Next, a day at sea, then Devils Island. At anchor off the island, one of the guest lecturers had taken very ill and was evacuated by helicopter from the bow. Almost everyone turned out to watch.
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We crossed the Equator on September 15, making us six-time shellbacks.
Action ground to a halt as Gordon nursed a cold. We took no tours in a couple of Brazilian cities and it looked as though we didn't miss much. Pati assured herself that she wouldn't get sick. Wrong.
The sun was out in Rio, and so were the crowds. Half of the world was on the beaches of Ipanema and Copacabana and the other half was on top of the hill viewing Christ the Redeemer. This time, we saw more than just his feet.
Brazil!
