In the 1970s, Air Rhodesia included venerable Dakota DC-3 aircraft in its fleet. Due to the way they flew in tropical heat, they were often called Vomit Comets. This memory surfaced as we crossed the Bay of Biscay on Wednesday and Thursday. I wondered whether the ship was coming apart. I tried to estimate the quickest way to the outside, while wearing my life belt and then did variations assuming the ship was on its side or upside down.
It was not a Pleasant Experience.
However, it was finite and today we pulled into Lisbon.
Thanks to a friend who is a BP, we had recommendations on where to go and shortly after breakfast off we went. The hills are quite steep, so I was pleased when we got to a church. I like photographing churches, especially when the alternative is climbing steep hills. However, this church was filled with self importance and had banned photography, so I had to walk again.
In due course we came across the Castle. The entry fee was a urorisingly modest €8.50 each so we coughed up and toddled in. This place is well worth a visit, if only to give you an idea of the vertigo that people in the Medieval Ages must have had to endure. Apparently it goes back even further than that, to 700 BC. A very pretty and interesting castle indeed.
Thereafter, the Dearly Beloved said she fancied a stroll to the Botanical Gardens so off we wandered. About two miles - let's say three kilometres - there we were. Almost. They were "closed for renovations".
It didn't matter. Lisbon is such a pretty city we had thoroughly enjoyed the walk, although it is a touch hilly. Little alleyways, parks and beautiful views everywhere. I wish we were staying another day or two but time and the cruise ship wait for no man.
Saturday, March 25, 2017
Tuesday, March 21, 2017
Life on the Ocean - wave!
Well, I thought, for a holiday why not get on a cruise ship around the Canary Islands?
Mrs H agreed with alacrity, which is always a warning sign. I should have pulled back at that point but in my naive enthusiasm I went ahead and booked a tour which included flights to and from the Canaries and a couple of weeks cruising around the islands. In February, that would make for bliss, getting away from soggy England and relatively warm climes.
What could go wrong?
Well, for one thing, the cruise company could go under. No only could, but did. Fortunately, in the UK we have this wonderful thing where if you've paid for something on credit card and it doesn't get delivered the credit card company gives you a full refund, which they promptly did.
So we had two weeks of Colleen's leave which had to be taken by the end of March or lost.
At that moment, another cruise company popped up and offered a 25% discount to people who had been let down by the first company. We have signed up, and tomorrow we board a ship called the Balmoral at Southampton for a cruise to Lisbon, Agadir (Morocco), Casablanca (still Morocco), Gibraltar (UK), Cadiz, Malaga and other sundry ports.
All will be well.
Except, three weeks ago, a friend mentioned that getting there involves crossing in notorious Bay of Biscay. A low pressure system is due there on Thursday, as we arrive. I can't see us playing shuffleboard in that. Or deck quoits. Or happily sipping afternoon tea. Playing bridge. Swimming in the pool.
If we survive this, I will engage in further correspondence.
Mrs H agreed with alacrity, which is always a warning sign. I should have pulled back at that point but in my naive enthusiasm I went ahead and booked a tour which included flights to and from the Canaries and a couple of weeks cruising around the islands. In February, that would make for bliss, getting away from soggy England and relatively warm climes.
What could go wrong?
Well, for one thing, the cruise company could go under. No only could, but did. Fortunately, in the UK we have this wonderful thing where if you've paid for something on credit card and it doesn't get delivered the credit card company gives you a full refund, which they promptly did.
So we had two weeks of Colleen's leave which had to be taken by the end of March or lost.
At that moment, another cruise company popped up and offered a 25% discount to people who had been let down by the first company. We have signed up, and tomorrow we board a ship called the Balmoral at Southampton for a cruise to Lisbon, Agadir (Morocco), Casablanca (still Morocco), Gibraltar (UK), Cadiz, Malaga and other sundry ports.
All will be well.
Except, three weeks ago, a friend mentioned that getting there involves crossing in notorious Bay of Biscay. A low pressure system is due there on Thursday, as we arrive. I can't see us playing shuffleboard in that. Or deck quoits. Or happily sipping afternoon tea. Playing bridge. Swimming in the pool.
If we survive this, I will engage in further correspondence.
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