Category Archives: Ports of Call

A dragon, A dragon I swear I saw a dragon! A people-eating, fire breathing MONSTER is in sight   Well, that’s not exactly true; I – personally – didn’t see a dragon. Nor will I be. Medical reasons beyond my … Continue reading →

“You know what a ship is don’t you? It’s not just a mast and a hull and some sails, that’s what a ship *needs* what a ship is, what a ship really is…is freedom” – Pirates of the Caribbean If … Continue reading →

The last time I was in Papeete I was a very different person, I hadn’t yet done my first World Cruise, I’d never set foot on the flagship – hadn’t met my brother, or a host of other people who … Continue reading →

Tendering in rough seas is like something out of a child’s summer day if you’re going with the wind. Meaning that it’s the kind of thing that as a child, you think nothing of, and wonder why exactly your parents … Continue reading →

And  like so many others, once you brave the icy facade, the Lady in White reveals her true heart, and you are dazzled by her beauty. The waters of the bay are as still as glass, and since we aren’t … Continue reading →

Like small children, we cling to the edges of the White Lady’s skirts, begging an audience, begging forgiveness for disturbing her. In response, she greets us with icy fog and gusts of snow that form a thin slippery film on … Continue reading →

By something that feels like nothing short of a miracle we made it into Port Stanley today. With the ship being in code red health procedures (still, after four days), and the weather being rough it was very much a … Continue reading →

“The Argentine Tango is perhaps one of the country’s most famous musical icons; roiling with emotion and drama that’s sure to bring heat to nearly anyone’s blood.” I wrote that for the shipboard newsletter before I had ever witnessed a … Continue reading →