Friday, February 21, 2025

World Cruise 2025 Part 2

Goodbye Rio:



Santos, Brazil (pronounced "Sanch"...leave it to the Portuguese influence). Nice little botanical garden with some native critters:



The Pele museum was well air conditioned. Overall, Brazil is a combination of the old, crumbling as flip-flopped locals stroll by, and the new and shiny, all tied together with clutter and graffitti.


On to Montevideo, Uruguay. The Southern Crested Caracara posed for us.


 

Montevideo and Punta del Este are very livable-looking places, although PdE is expensive. It should be, it looks like Monaco!


A very nice modern art museum:



Also, the Casapueblo compound, the realized dream of a (crazy) artist named Carlos Paez Vilaro.


 

The Expedition team joined us in Punta del Este, our experts on Antartica, on our way to Stanley. But will we make it to Stanley? Nope. How did the Argentinians find a good enough day to ever invade the place? We couldn't. There went seeing the penguins, again. We headed south and as the day went on, the weather went to shit. Okay, sun is out but we were doing some rocking and rolling!

 

Came the Captain on the blower to say that we were detouring to Elephant Island, and ice-covered place east of Antarctica.

 

The island was the desolate refuge of the British explorer Ernest Shackleton and his crew in 1916 following the loss of their ship Endurance in the pack ice of the Weddell Sea. The crew of 28 reached Cape Valentine on Elephant Island after months spent drifting on ice floes and a harrowing crossing of the open ocean in small lifeboats. After camping at Cape Valentine for two nights, Shackleton and his crew moved 7 miles west to a small, rocky spit at the terminus of a glacier, which offered better protection from rockfalls and from the sea, and which they called Point Wild.


Realizing that there was no chance of passive rescue, Shackleton decided to sail to South Georgia, where he knew there were several whaling stations. Shackleton sailed with Tom Crean, Frank Worsley, Harry "Chippy" McNish, Tim McCarthy, and John Vincent (all of whom were kown troublemakers) on an 800 mile voyage in the lifeboat James Caird beginning on Easter Monday, April 24, 1916, and arriving at South Georgia 16 days later. His second-in-command, Frank Wild, was left in charge of the remaining party on Elephant Island, waiting for Shackleton's return with a rescue ship. There was much work for the stranded men. Because the island had no natural shelter, they constructed a shack and wind blocks from their remaining two lifeboats and pieces of canvas tents. Blubber lamps were used for lighting. They hunted for penguins and seals, neither of which were plentiful in autumn or winter. Shackleton had instructed Wild to depart with the remaining crew for Deception Island if he did not return to rescue them by the beginning of summer. After four and a half months, on August 30, 1916, a ship, the tug Yelcho, from Punta Arenas, Chile, with Shackleton on board and commanded by Luis Pardo, arrived and rescued the men.


Imagine.


The Elephant Island story is actually typical of the hardships presented to the earliest explorers in Antarctica. We never saw the island, by the way, because we passed by it at well past midnight.


We went on to visit Maxwell Bay, Half Moon Island with Camara Base, and Deception Island, then forward through Wilhelmina Bay, Paradise Harbour, and the Neumayer Channel, then Dallmann Bay, with lots of humpback and penguins around.




Some of these pictures will look like they were taken in monochrome. No. That's how it looked.









But the sun did finally come out and brave Captain Abhi took us through the narrow passage between Lambda and Omega Islands, home of the Melchoir Base.





 



Monday, January 27, 2025

World Cruise 2025 Part 1

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.



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!



 




Wednesday, November 27, 2024

Playing With Light


 







International Waters:


Salut!




Saturday, November 2, 2024

The Rest of the Grand European Sojourn

 This cruise quickly devolved into a disappointment. We, along with many others, had several issues. First, "kids sail free": if we'd known that, we would have canceled because Regent's ships aren't for kids. There's nothing for them to do so they are underfoot, disruptive, and undisciplined. Next, the condition of the ship wasn't the best, it needs new furniture and a general refresh. Regent introduced a new pricing structure about halfway through the cruise and many who planned to book another while onboard ran for the hills instead. Three of our restaurant reservations went missing and we had to go to the Restaurant Manager to get it fixed. That's not fair to him. What held it together was the crew. They were, and always have been, fabulous.

 

So, here are the high points.

 


A short segment ended in Belfast. We shuttled into town even though we learned that on Sunday, nothing opens before 1 p.m. This is the law, and it presupposes that everyone needs family time. Right. Probably dad's mowing the lawn, mom's watching television, and the kids are playing games online, just like in the USA. 

 

There came more bad news: due to a "tendering conflict" we were not going to Dublin. A lot of people were very unhappy because to many, Guinness is Ireland is Dublin is Ireland is Guinness, and there was to be no Guinness visit. We wound up in Holyhead, Wales, instead. Bummer, especially since we could see no obvious problem in Dun Laoghaire where we were supposed to anchor. Makes one wonder.

 

Nothing doing in Waterford, Ireland and a day at sea followed, culminating in dinner with the Staff Captain, Joao, from Lisbon. Staff Captain translates into First Officer, who claimed to not know what happened with Dublin. Right.

 



It appeared that we left Bordeaux without Mr. Hogg and Mrs. Davidson from deck 6. We'll never know what became of them, but can say that the Captain was tearing out what was left of his hair.



 

We have been to the Kasbah!

 



 

Aug 2. Spanish submarine glides into Melilla (we think it was the Galena) and changes out the crew.




 August 4, Palma de Mallorca. A visit to a fine little winery, Jose L. Ferrer. We bought two bottles of some of the most unusual wines we'd ever tasted. We did visit Mallorca again later, but were unable to find any of Ferrer's products in town, much to our disappointment.




Historic Herculaneum that survived the volcano. Well preserved, to say the least.




Taormina.  Mt Etna erupted massively last July 4, and its latest eruption was five days before our arrival. They were beginning to clean up the ashes, which had covered everything. On the roads, it's like a snow removal project...piles of ashes everywhere. It erupted again on August 16, shutting down the nearby airport completely. Approaching the volcano, which steams all the time:



And up on the volcano itself, 2900 feet up to be exact, exploring one of the craters:





 

Twenty-five hairpin turns took us 2600 feet up the hill and to lunch in Njegusi village high above Montenegro. The bus ride is NOT for the faint of heart.


 

We had to laugh, looking off our veranda in Argostoli, Greece. The Captain, Safety Officer, and General Manager were strolling on the dock looking at the yachts. "My boat's bigger than your boat..."



Went to two Mosques in Istanbul but didn't go in. Instead, we hung out with the locals:




We also visited the famous Spice Market. Be careful in that place. It's true, saffron is a good buy in Istanbul. Add that to some baklava, Turkish delight, and currency confusion and you've spent $900. No worries because Regent had just canceled our cruise from Abu Dhabi to Cape Town and refunded us a bunch of money.

Gordon's birthday!



Athens. So it's called a marathon because there was a great battle between the Atheniens and the Persians in 490 BC on the plains of Marathon, a town in the east of Greece. When the battle was won, a soldier ran from Marathon to central Athens (where the Olympic stadium is today) to announce the victory. The distance of a marathon is the distance that he ran, 26.2 miles.


September 3, an event on Malta, in Mdina at the Bacchus Restaurant. It was quite the spread, and a good time was had by all (as they say), especially the Captain, who was finally invited to a party!



Actually, a bunch of the officers got to partake. Left to right, Bruce the Cruise Consultant, Paul the Cruise Director, Captain Melodia, General Manager Gianluca, and two people who were never seen before or since.



More on the day:



 

Sept 4. On way to Civitaveccia, heading out of the heat and into the weather. Ugly storm expected...Captain says we will be on the dock earlier than planned due to traffic. We thought it was due to weather. Captain Melodia's last docking for this run, he started vacation the next day. One of our favorite Captains, Stanislaus Mercier DeLacombe (just call him Stan) was coming.

 

Couldn't get it in the dock in Civitavecchia. Stan on the train to Naples. Melodia on overtime.

 

Arriving in Livorno, passed by a yellow Corsica Ferries ship, one that we used to see regularly in Nice. Hello, old friend! Had a photo but can't find it.


Sept 12, at sea. Stan seems to attract them: a lost little boat in the middle of the Med. In accordance with maritime law, we stop to check it out and call the Coast Guard. It was already "tagged", whatever that means, on Sept 2 when another vessel spotted it. Stan said that it had no registration on it at all so was probably used for something illicit before it was cast so rudely out to sea.


Lastly, our time was made special by crew members. Chrysalio made our Mermaid Gibsons every day at 3 p.m. Justus made our coffees:




And Joaquin C de la Cruz entertained with everything from classical guitar to Purple Rain.



Here are (almost) all of the 61 Happy Assholes who did the whole 79 days.



Pickins were slim, wiener dog wise. In the end, Gordon won with 7 dogs to Pati's 5.