Today dawned a much nicer day...sunny and hot, some clouds, cool breeze...nice! So we hit the pool. We played some Bingo. We had lunch on an outside terrace. We took a nap. We sailed all day and arrived in Tonga about 5pm. As we pulled into the harbor, we could see two other cruise ships - probably also detoured by the storm - a Regent and a Holland America. There was a tiny little pilot boat directing traffic; it looked like the three big ships' playtoy. But it puttered around the harbor trying to keep up, and no one had any near misses.
We pretty much spent today doing nothing but had a dinner reservation at the Italian restaurant on the ship. So very very good...I almost felt like I was in Rome. I even capped off the dinner with some limoncello, and Joe had grappa.
Tomorrow (which will magically be Sunday) we have an excursion onto one of the small outer islands of Tonga. But don't worry about us...we'll get to see the Superbowl...we'll just see it on Monday because we'll be a day behind (and probably a dollar short).
Sorry for the short post, but really...nothing, NOTHING is going on. I promise to have some good pictures from our island adventure tomorrow!
Ciao.
Saturday, January 31, 2015
Friday, January 30, 2015
Sea Day, Part Deux
Here we are again...at sea. Today they closed the outer decks for the entire day, due to rain. The wind whipped at such a pace that when I tried to open our balcony door, I nearly got sucked out. Rough seas AND we're trapped indoors. I guess it's time to sleep, read, drink and eat. Mission accomplished.
Seriously, not much going on. However, the highlight of the day was Bingo (I know, I know) but Joe won the first jackpot - $150 - not a bad thing at all!
Today is Thursday. Tomorrow we arrive in Tonga. Tonight we turned our clock BACK an hour so tomorrow morning we will have lost an hour. By the time we get to Tonga, tomorrow night, it will be Saturday...when we wake up the next day, it will be Sunday. Nothing like fucking with the time/space continuum (and my mind)!
Everything we've read about the Kingdom of Tonga is simply that...it's exotic, it's remote, it's not a tourist spot (stuff is rustic, not in English, and not a usual destination). I'm really kind of excited about going! We're taking an excursion to one of the outer islands and will be able to swim, snorkel, and play on the sugar sand beach for about five hours. It's likely we'll see whales, dolphins, sea turtles, and about a million fish. I'll be sure to take pics!
The seas have calmed a bit, and I'm hoping tomorrow will be sunnier. God knows I need to stay on the path toward a tan without too much interruption!
Seriously, not much going on. However, the highlight of the day was Bingo (I know, I know) but Joe won the first jackpot - $150 - not a bad thing at all!
Today is Thursday. Tomorrow we arrive in Tonga. Tonight we turned our clock BACK an hour so tomorrow morning we will have lost an hour. By the time we get to Tonga, tomorrow night, it will be Saturday...when we wake up the next day, it will be Sunday. Nothing like fucking with the time/space continuum (and my mind)!
Everything we've read about the Kingdom of Tonga is simply that...it's exotic, it's remote, it's not a tourist spot (stuff is rustic, not in English, and not a usual destination). I'm really kind of excited about going! We're taking an excursion to one of the outer islands and will be able to swim, snorkel, and play on the sugar sand beach for about five hours. It's likely we'll see whales, dolphins, sea turtles, and about a million fish. I'll be sure to take pics!
The seas have calmed a bit, and I'm hoping tomorrow will be sunnier. God knows I need to stay on the path toward a tan without too much interruption!
Thursday, January 29, 2015
Sea Day
Not much to do today...we're at sea...on our way to Tonga. We slept in, had a late breakfast, laid out by the pool, had lunch, walked around the ship, took a nap, ate dinner, played trivia and the slot machines, then came back to the room. Yep. It's a day at sea.
So let me back track to last night. It was the night all cruisers wait for: karaoke night. This. This is what I live for. Those of you who know me know that I KILL at karaoke. We went on a Holland America cruise back in 2008, and I walked away with every piece of swag they could find to give me. I cleared out their prize shelf with about 5 songs. I live for karaoke night. Last night was no exception.
We arrived at the appointed bar early to get a good seat, which, given that karaoke didn't start until 10:45 and we're on a ship of 8:30 bedtimers, was not hard to come by. We ordered a drink and listened to the soothing sounds of the band, Krakow and the Sunshine Band (this IS an international ship). Soon after, I saw Corey the leader of the evening's entertainment approach with the song notebooks - those endless lists of available material. I snagged a book and began making my list of possibles. The book had a decent list, but didn't include a single Bonnie Raitt tune (my go-to choice) and very few Linda Ronstadt and/or Carole King songs (my easy back-up). Usually after I wow the crowd with my big ol' rock/folk voice, I calm them down with a nostalgic "Over the Rainbow" or "Crazy." I finally take them over the edge with a classic like "Dancin' in the Streets" or "At Last." This time would be different.
I chose "I Feel the Earth Move" by Carole King. A perfectly good opener and one that I've sung a thousand times before. I'm called to the stage, introduced, I say a few words and the song begins. But it's not the right song. I mean, it's the right song, but it's not the right version. Show of hands...who among you has ever heard the crazy disco version of "I Feel the Earth Move"? Yeah, I didn't think so. Curveball!
First off, this version is a whole step higher than Carole's. Second, it's almost double time. And third, it has absolutely no soul...a quality I bank on in a karaoke competition. Joe said I should have seen the look on my face. I can only imagine. But the show must go on, so I dive in. It's going pretty well until the vamp. Whoever did this version, for some insane reason, has added OOOOhhhs and Bams...ad nauseum...and it goes on forever. For. Ever. So, I'm standing up there thinking, "should I try to make up some words here?" "should I try to sing the fucking oooohhhhs and bams?" "should I do the "Carlton?" I opt for the "Carlton."
Finally, the torture ended. A nice round of applause for the little lady. I thought about trying to redeem myself, but no one else was singing, so I guess I'll wait for next time...which should be in a day or so. I've learned my lesson, though...I swear I'm going to have them play the first bit of "Crazy" before I step on the stage and end up doing Kiss' version of it.
Tomorrow...another day at sea.
So let me back track to last night. It was the night all cruisers wait for: karaoke night. This. This is what I live for. Those of you who know me know that I KILL at karaoke. We went on a Holland America cruise back in 2008, and I walked away with every piece of swag they could find to give me. I cleared out their prize shelf with about 5 songs. I live for karaoke night. Last night was no exception.
We arrived at the appointed bar early to get a good seat, which, given that karaoke didn't start until 10:45 and we're on a ship of 8:30 bedtimers, was not hard to come by. We ordered a drink and listened to the soothing sounds of the band, Krakow and the Sunshine Band (this IS an international ship). Soon after, I saw Corey the leader of the evening's entertainment approach with the song notebooks - those endless lists of available material. I snagged a book and began making my list of possibles. The book had a decent list, but didn't include a single Bonnie Raitt tune (my go-to choice) and very few Linda Ronstadt and/or Carole King songs (my easy back-up). Usually after I wow the crowd with my big ol' rock/folk voice, I calm them down with a nostalgic "Over the Rainbow" or "Crazy." I finally take them over the edge with a classic like "Dancin' in the Streets" or "At Last." This time would be different.
I chose "I Feel the Earth Move" by Carole King. A perfectly good opener and one that I've sung a thousand times before. I'm called to the stage, introduced, I say a few words and the song begins. But it's not the right song. I mean, it's the right song, but it's not the right version. Show of hands...who among you has ever heard the crazy disco version of "I Feel the Earth Move"? Yeah, I didn't think so. Curveball!
First off, this version is a whole step higher than Carole's. Second, it's almost double time. And third, it has absolutely no soul...a quality I bank on in a karaoke competition. Joe said I should have seen the look on my face. I can only imagine. But the show must go on, so I dive in. It's going pretty well until the vamp. Whoever did this version, for some insane reason, has added OOOOhhhs and Bams...ad nauseum...and it goes on forever. For. Ever. So, I'm standing up there thinking, "should I try to make up some words here?" "should I try to sing the fucking oooohhhhs and bams?" "should I do the "Carlton?" I opt for the "Carlton."
Finally, the torture ended. A nice round of applause for the little lady. I thought about trying to redeem myself, but no one else was singing, so I guess I'll wait for next time...which should be in a day or so. I've learned my lesson, though...I swear I'm going to have them play the first bit of "Crazy" before I step on the stage and end up doing Kiss' version of it.
Tomorrow...another day at sea.
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
A Fun Day In Bora Bora And A Change Of Plans
We went on a wave runner tour today around the island and had a blast! The day started out rainy (again) but cleared to partly cloudy just in time for our excursion.
This is the third time we've done the circumnavigation thing...and it never gets old! The water is so beautiful it's really hard to feel sorry for the poor bastards who live and work so hard here.
This is the third time we've done the circumnavigation thing...and it never gets old! The water is so beautiful it's really hard to feel sorry for the poor bastards who live and work so hard here.
This is the JoeCam (he drove, I took pictures).
Saw another ray...trust me, that's a ray - the dark bit just in the foreground of the wave runner.
The water is so beautiful, even our brand new camera can't do it justice.
The water is so shallow here, it's almost white.
I never get tired of this view.
Once we got back into town, we stopped at a little cafe for a beer and a sandwich.
And we made some friends...
Did some shopping...
And then headed back to the ship. Just in time for the sunset.
So it seems that a tropical depression is heading straight for Samoa and Pago Pago (our next three ports), and they are expecting torrential rains and high sea swells. Our Captain wisely decided that he didn't want to sail through that and put us all at risk for sea sickness and capsizing, so, we are headed instead for Tonga...an even more remote and exotic port. Tonga is known for its crystalline turquoise waters and idyllic white sugar sand beaches - some consider them the best in the world. I'm kind of excited about it...especially the part about not capsizing.
Monday, January 26, 2015
Bora Bora And I'm Not Complaining, I'm Just Sayin'
I was awakened about 4am by the ship's juddering into position after dropping anchor. We dipped and rolled a bit before coming to a stand still in what I hoped would be a calm lagoon come daylight. I got my wish. (By the way it's three hours earlier here than in Denver - 9:44pm MST/6:44pm GMT -10).
Though foggy this morning, the rain had passed, and we could see some breaks in the clouds over the peaks of "Bali Hai" YAY!
We didn't have an excursion today but planned simply to wander around the main town, Vaitape, find a beach, and relax. Once again, I got my wish. The clouds blew on out and the sunburns began.
We also played with our new camera (an underwater digital...very cool).
And I still haven't mastered keeping my fingers out of the shot, but you can see a ray cruising past in this one.
After the beach, we hit Bloody Mary's - a totally overrated, but "must-do" restaurant/bar here on Bora Bora named for the Polynesian mother in the movie South Pacific (Aggie Grey to you Michener fans). The beer was cold, the food was good and the atmosphere sort of over-the-top. The service is a little slow, but since we really didn't have anything else to do today, it really didn't matter.
We shopped some in town before heading back to the ship...yes, Linda, I got you some earrings (oh, and a cap from Bloody Mary's). Hope you like them!
Finally back on the ship, we showered and sat out on our balcony until dusk. Ahhh...a wonderful vacation day!
Now, remember in the movie "Despicable Me" when Vector shrinks the toilet with the Shrink Ray, and the little tiny toilet spits a stream of water at him? I love that scene. Anyhoo, the toilet in our stateroom bathroom - which is otherwise fairly normal sized - is about as big as the shrunken toilet that spits at Vector. And my gigantic ass just doesn't fit very well on it. As I said, I'm not complaining, I'm just sayin'. Probably more than you need to know.
Though foggy this morning, the rain had passed, and we could see some breaks in the clouds over the peaks of "Bali Hai" YAY!
We didn't have an excursion today but planned simply to wander around the main town, Vaitape, find a beach, and relax. Once again, I got my wish. The clouds blew on out and the sunburns began.
We also played with our new camera (an underwater digital...very cool).
And I still haven't mastered keeping my fingers out of the shot, but you can see a ray cruising past in this one.
After the beach, we hit Bloody Mary's - a totally overrated, but "must-do" restaurant/bar here on Bora Bora named for the Polynesian mother in the movie South Pacific (Aggie Grey to you Michener fans). The beer was cold, the food was good and the atmosphere sort of over-the-top. The service is a little slow, but since we really didn't have anything else to do today, it really didn't matter.
We shopped some in town before heading back to the ship...yes, Linda, I got you some earrings (oh, and a cap from Bloody Mary's). Hope you like them!
Finally back on the ship, we showered and sat out on our balcony until dusk. Ahhh...a wonderful vacation day!
Now, remember in the movie "Despicable Me" when Vector shrinks the toilet with the Shrink Ray, and the little tiny toilet spits a stream of water at him? I love that scene. Anyhoo, the toilet in our stateroom bathroom - which is otherwise fairly normal sized - is about as big as the shrunken toilet that spits at Vector. And my gigantic ass just doesn't fit very well on it. As I said, I'm not complaining, I'm just sayin'. Probably more than you need to know.
Sunday, January 25, 2015
The Season Of Rain Won
Dammit! The weather has been so bad in Moorea, they closed the damn pier! They've had so much rain, the pier was flooded with a foot of water and who knows how many inches of sea floor sandy sludge. No tenders. No excursions. No nothing. No one gets off this ship. So now we're roaming around with all the little old people trying to figure out something to do.
They (the ship) did refund all the monies, and they did add some shipboard activities, but I really really wanted to go to our friend Ron Hall's Island Fashions and buy some pearls...and a Hinano t-shirt. I really really wanted to find a little beach and chill out. I really really wanted to find that little restaurant where the Reverend had the hamburger with the fried egg on it and thought he'd found a little piece of heaven.
Oh, well. You can't argue with mother nature. So we had a late breakfast. Peered through the fog and tried try to see the shark tooth ridge that tells me I'm in Moorea.
But to no avail. Only gray and drizzle. We explored the ship as much as we could: We tried on outrageously expensive sunglasses in the boutique, checked out the whisky selection in about three bars, read up on posted menus to help decide where dinner will be, and stood in line to talk to the Internet Manager to make help us figure out why we couldn't get online. (Worst job in the world: the guy at the gift shop at the top of Mount Vesuvius. The second worst: IT guy on a ship full of a bunch of old people.)
Time for lunch. Just as we were finishing up, the sky cleared a bit. Sharp intake of breath! We ran back to our room and pulled on our swimsuits, grabbed sunscreen, towels and books and headed for the pool deck...just in time to catch the next rain shower. Shit!
So we planted ourselves just under the eave of the upper deck, ordered a beer and relaxed for a couple of hours in the warm, rain-sogged breeze. Really not a bad way to spend the afternoon. Shipboard pools tend to be more like wave pools. They're usually not filled up all the way, and the water sloshes back and forth with the motion of the ship making you feel as though you're on the beach. Now, Joe and I are definitely in the minority around here. We're on an 18 day cruise in the middle of winter...no kids, no mid-career yuppies, not even any honeymooners. It's us, about 20 other people under the age of 60, and the rest of the 1250 souls onboard who are fun-loving geriatrics. This afternoon, there were several of them in the pool playing a game of Marco Polo, made more enjoyable for us to watch because half of them couldn't see and the other half couldn't hear. The game is still going on.
Bora Bora tomorrow. Here's hoping for better weather!
They (the ship) did refund all the monies, and they did add some shipboard activities, but I really really wanted to go to our friend Ron Hall's Island Fashions and buy some pearls...and a Hinano t-shirt. I really really wanted to find a little beach and chill out. I really really wanted to find that little restaurant where the Reverend had the hamburger with the fried egg on it and thought he'd found a little piece of heaven.
Oh, well. You can't argue with mother nature. So we had a late breakfast. Peered through the fog and tried try to see the shark tooth ridge that tells me I'm in Moorea.
But to no avail. Only gray and drizzle. We explored the ship as much as we could: We tried on outrageously expensive sunglasses in the boutique, checked out the whisky selection in about three bars, read up on posted menus to help decide where dinner will be, and stood in line to talk to the Internet Manager to make help us figure out why we couldn't get online. (Worst job in the world: the guy at the gift shop at the top of Mount Vesuvius. The second worst: IT guy on a ship full of a bunch of old people.)
Time for lunch. Just as we were finishing up, the sky cleared a bit. Sharp intake of breath! We ran back to our room and pulled on our swimsuits, grabbed sunscreen, towels and books and headed for the pool deck...just in time to catch the next rain shower. Shit!
So we planted ourselves just under the eave of the upper deck, ordered a beer and relaxed for a couple of hours in the warm, rain-sogged breeze. Really not a bad way to spend the afternoon. Shipboard pools tend to be more like wave pools. They're usually not filled up all the way, and the water sloshes back and forth with the motion of the ship making you feel as though you're on the beach. Now, Joe and I are definitely in the minority around here. We're on an 18 day cruise in the middle of winter...no kids, no mid-career yuppies, not even any honeymooners. It's us, about 20 other people under the age of 60, and the rest of the 1250 souls onboard who are fun-loving geriatrics. This afternoon, there were several of them in the pool playing a game of Marco Polo, made more enjoyable for us to watch because half of them couldn't see and the other half couldn't hear. The game is still going on.
Bora Bora tomorrow. Here's hoping for better weather!
Late Night Safety Drill
We arrived in Papeete about 8pm local time (after a long and fairly uneventful flight) to a steep set of steps down to the tarmac, a light drizzle and some chickens. Tahiti imports everything...except eggs. Anyway, while waiting to go through customs a Katrina-like deluge moves through and, I'm sorry to say, probably will set the weather tone for this trip. Apparently there are two seasons in Tahiti...the season of sun and the season of rain. We are in the season of rain. Sigh. Chin up! It's still vacation.
We made it onto the ship about 10pm and found our lovely cabin. Our luggage arrived about 30 minutes later, and we began to unpack when an announcement came over the intercom: "If you boarded after 5pm, you must join the mandatory safety drill in the Marina Lounge at 11:15. Please bring your life jackets." Oh boy!
One thing about cruises - any cruise - the staff is from all over the world. Our cabin stewardess is Svetlana from Ukraine, and leading the drill was our Crew Master or First Mate or whatever he was (not the captain) - a Russian.
By this time Joe and I were a little punchy and were whispering back and forth in our best Russkie accent: "So, sorry for the lateness, I just wanted to let you know that we've had a change of agenda - instead of Bora Bora, we're going to Kiev Kiev." "Show of hands for Cuba?" "I can tell you where your MasterStation is, but I'd have to kill you."
We haven't even begun to explore the ship, and our first excursion is Sunday morning to a motu in Moorea for a beach picnic. Season of rain be damned.
We made it onto the ship about 10pm and found our lovely cabin. Our luggage arrived about 30 minutes later, and we began to unpack when an announcement came over the intercom: "If you boarded after 5pm, you must join the mandatory safety drill in the Marina Lounge at 11:15. Please bring your life jackets." Oh boy!
One thing about cruises - any cruise - the staff is from all over the world. Our cabin stewardess is Svetlana from Ukraine, and leading the drill was our Crew Master or First Mate or whatever he was (not the captain) - a Russian.
By this time Joe and I were a little punchy and were whispering back and forth in our best Russkie accent: "So, sorry for the lateness, I just wanted to let you know that we've had a change of agenda - instead of Bora Bora, we're going to Kiev Kiev." "Show of hands for Cuba?" "I can tell you where your MasterStation is, but I'd have to kill you."
We haven't even begun to explore the ship, and our first excursion is Sunday morning to a motu in Moorea for a beach picnic. Season of rain be damned.
Friday, January 23, 2015
First Leg - Wheels Up!
Tahiti is a really long way away. Australia even more so. We're talking 10- and 13-hour flights, respectively. Add two hours to get to LAX from Denver...I'm just too old for that shit. So we break it up wherever possible.
Luckily Joe's parents live in SoCal and love to have us visit! Cut to...here we are in warm and sunny California before taking flight to the South Pacific. We'll also spend time here on the way back...which will really be helpful because, you know...jet lag.
I'm really excited for this trip. I know it's a little sick...this will be my fourth time to Tahiti and my second to Australia...most mortals save up for a lifetime to go (so I realize just how extraordinary this is). We'll stop at some new places we haven't been, and some familiar locales we can skip and, instead, hit the "must-dos" we haven't been able to do.
So if you want read about our tour of the Sydney Opera House, you'll have to read my blog from the first time I went. This trip, we'll walk by and admire the hell out of it, but continue on to Mrs. Macquarie's chair.
Since the last time we were there, the craft beer industry has exploded...I expect to find a number of pubs and breweries. The dollar is stronger now, so I'm expecting a solid shopping experience. And the best part...most of Tahiti probably hasn't changed a bit.
Next post: Papeete!
Luckily Joe's parents live in SoCal and love to have us visit! Cut to...here we are in warm and sunny California before taking flight to the South Pacific. We'll also spend time here on the way back...which will really be helpful because, you know...jet lag.
I'm really excited for this trip. I know it's a little sick...this will be my fourth time to Tahiti and my second to Australia...most mortals save up for a lifetime to go (so I realize just how extraordinary this is). We'll stop at some new places we haven't been, and some familiar locales we can skip and, instead, hit the "must-dos" we haven't been able to do.
So if you want read about our tour of the Sydney Opera House, you'll have to read my blog from the first time I went. This trip, we'll walk by and admire the hell out of it, but continue on to Mrs. Macquarie's chair.
Since the last time we were there, the craft beer industry has exploded...I expect to find a number of pubs and breweries. The dollar is stronger now, so I'm expecting a solid shopping experience. And the best part...most of Tahiti probably hasn't changed a bit.
Next post: Papeete!
Wednesday, January 21, 2015
Um...No...
Um...no...it's not motus (rhymes with POTUS or modus, as is operandi), it's motus (rhymes with booze: mo-tuze).
Motus are the small islets that are formed along the coral reefs circling the larger lagoons of volcanic islands and atolls. Over time the ocean slams rocks, shells, sea life, etc. against the islet resulting in fantastic beaches and shallow, almost transparent water.
Mmmmm....motus.
Motus are the small islets that are formed along the coral reefs circling the larger lagoons of volcanic islands and atolls. Over time the ocean slams rocks, shells, sea life, etc. against the islet resulting in fantastic beaches and shallow, almost transparent water.
Mmmmm....motus.
Tuesday, January 20, 2015
Rested And Ready
Husband Joe and I have finally recovered from jet lag, new year's lag, laundry lag, and beer lag. We're back on track and...getting ready to go again.
We walked around so much in the UK, I actually lost weight! I guess you CAN drink five beers a day and still lose weight. Of course, we had to walk a million miles. Oh, well.
This trip will be very different - much more lying about and waaaay fewer beers...unless there's a really good selection on board or we do a brew crawl in Sydney. I have hope.
Yesterday we were out buying a few provisions and found everything we needed except biodegradable sunscreen. The reefs we'll be snorkeling are protected...many are UNESCO heritage sites...and you can't just bathe yourself in oil and then swim around looking for Nemo. They (those omnipotent bastards) require that swimmers/snorkelers use biodegradable sunscreen. Which, on the whole is not a bad idea, come to think of it. We'll look for it the day we're in California, and, worst case, buy it upon arrival or on the ship (likely totally overpriced - hence the worst case).
Today is examination day. Unlike the UK trip prep, I already know where the power adapters are. The camera is ready to go, and we have appropriate luggage. BUT! It's been awhile since I put away my summer stuff...time to dig around under the beds and find it all.
Time to get motivated!
We walked around so much in the UK, I actually lost weight! I guess you CAN drink five beers a day and still lose weight. Of course, we had to walk a million miles. Oh, well.
This trip will be very different - much more lying about and waaaay fewer beers...unless there's a really good selection on board or we do a brew crawl in Sydney. I have hope.
Yesterday we were out buying a few provisions and found everything we needed except biodegradable sunscreen. The reefs we'll be snorkeling are protected...many are UNESCO heritage sites...and you can't just bathe yourself in oil and then swim around looking for Nemo. They (those omnipotent bastards) require that swimmers/snorkelers use biodegradable sunscreen. Which, on the whole is not a bad idea, come to think of it. We'll look for it the day we're in California, and, worst case, buy it upon arrival or on the ship (likely totally overpriced - hence the worst case).
Today is examination day. Unlike the UK trip prep, I already know where the power adapters are. The camera is ready to go, and we have appropriate luggage. BUT! It's been awhile since I put away my summer stuff...time to dig around under the beds and find it all.
Time to get motivated!
Sunday, January 11, 2015
It's A Little Sick, I Know
We just returned from the United Kingdom...we're home ten days and we're off again. I know, right?
After we'd planned the trip to London, et. al., I was going through the mail and noticed a cruise catalog from those bastards over at Oceania. As I flipped through the beautifully designed pages - unabashedly tempting the reader to travel - the pages bunched together, and I was faced with an incredibly priced cruise from Tahiti to Sydney.
We've always talked about doing another cruise down under, and the pricing on this particular one were staggeringly low. And the stops? We board the ship in Papeete and head to Moorea, Bora Bora, Pago Pago, American Samoa, Samoa, two stops in Fiji, then on to New Caledonia, Brisbane and finally Sydney. And you know, once you're in Sydney, why not spend a couple of extra days?
So that's the plan. After a hectic, sightseeing-filled, cram-packed trip in the UK, we're taking off to the other side of the world for a relaxing cruise, with snoozes on motu beaches, petting kangaroos, and, sure...more exotic brews.
I'll start posting in a few days.
After we'd planned the trip to London, et. al., I was going through the mail and noticed a cruise catalog from those bastards over at Oceania. As I flipped through the beautifully designed pages - unabashedly tempting the reader to travel - the pages bunched together, and I was faced with an incredibly priced cruise from Tahiti to Sydney.
We've always talked about doing another cruise down under, and the pricing on this particular one were staggeringly low. And the stops? We board the ship in Papeete and head to Moorea, Bora Bora, Pago Pago, American Samoa, Samoa, two stops in Fiji, then on to New Caledonia, Brisbane and finally Sydney. And you know, once you're in Sydney, why not spend a couple of extra days?
So that's the plan. After a hectic, sightseeing-filled, cram-packed trip in the UK, we're taking off to the other side of the world for a relaxing cruise, with snoozes on motu beaches, petting kangaroos, and, sure...more exotic brews.
I'll start posting in a few days.
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