Watching the World Cup

June 15th, 2014 No comments
location is everything

location is everything

It seems, unlike last fall in Australia, that RCI doesn’t have a difficulty recognizing that passengers just might be interested in The World Cup. I mention last fall because the Melbourne Cup wasn’t even on the Radiance’s horizon. Admittedly racing and fuss ball are completely different sport but still. When you are sailing out of Australia it might behove the Cruise Director’s Staff to take note of local/regional main sporting events, celebrations and holidays.

Back to Fussball (aka soccer for the North Americans). However, let us not be completely naive, there is an opportunity for Royal to make money. The previous day’s games are broadcast on Chanel 41 so that anyone who missed them can catch up.

the perfect set up for watching reruns

the perfect set up for watching reruns

Today’s games? Available to you on multiple screens only in specific locations around the ship. Locations where you might just be interested in purchasing some refreshments to improve your viewing pleasure.

My personal favorite

My personal favorite

for when I am hanging out in the CL or DL and have access to the coffee machine. The choices for the World Cup are more limited: the outdoor screen by the Pool Deck for a couple of the games – otherwise a couple of the bars when it is dim, loud and beer is on tap. The choices do not include the DL (Diamond Lounge) on Deck 14 where I could hit happy hour between 1700-2030.

The problem with the pubs is the lighting… can’t easily knit where I don’t have enough light. I did discover while watching Switzerland squeak by Ecuador that the Indy’s new policy of allowing 3 drinks per evening during normal club hours meant getting my Sprite Zero without charge while sitting at the bar in On Air.

Starting another shawl

The shawl is a Cheryl Oberle pattern which starts with a central section, then adds a couple of wings. Written for sport weight yarn… but I don’t have much of that so the blue is an Opal yarn I found in the back of a closet, the multi-color is from my Crazy Zauberball stash. Both are sock weight.

the latest project

the latest project

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All the way to Italy

June 14th, 2014 No comments

The long way around. Yes, I am back on the Indie where I am going to visit a few of my favorite locations and otherwise knit and finish up the last of the courses I have underway.






Sat Jun 14 London (Southampton), England 4:30pm
Sun Jun 15 At Sea
Mon Jun 16 At Sea
Tue Jun 17 Gibraltar, UK Territory 10:00am 4:00pm
Wed Jun 18 At Sea
Thu Jun 19 Ajaccio, Corsica, France 9:00am 6:00pm
Fri Jun 20 Rome (Civitavecchia), Italy 7:00am 7:00pm
Sat Jun 21 Florence / Pisa (Livorno), Italy 7:00am 7:00pm
Sun Jun 22 Toulon, France 8:30am 5:00pm
Mon Jun 23 At Sea
Tue Jun 24 Cadiz, Spain 9:00am 5:00pm
Wed Jun 25 Lisbon, Portugal 8:00am 4:30pm
Thu Jun 26 Vigo, Spain 9:30am 3:00pm
Fri Jun 27 At Sea
Sat Jun 28 London (Southampton), England 5:30am

And I am not saying I did it on purpose, but I will miss the office trip again this year. Since it is back in Mallorca, there are much worse things to skip.

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Terminal B – Lufthansa Lounge

June 13th, 2014 No comments

As you might not be surprised – I am sitting at my computer in the Lufthansa Lounge at Frankfurt. It just happens to be in Terminal B this time rather than Z. But then I am headed to Heathrow and the UK flights seem to cluster around just a few gates. Since it is also not in Schengen, I had to go through Passkontrole this morning as well.  I received the usual strange look as the agent slides my passport, looks at the screen and then pages & pages & pages till he finds a place to stamp. Unlike the US, Germans like to stamp passports. I could write a whole essay on what countries do and don’t bother to stamp passports….

Where was I? Oh yes, drinking a latte or three after taking the early train to the airport. Since the Air-Rail terminal was open, I just dropped off my suitcase and had a nice stroll from there directly to security which could have been much worse considering everything.  The lounge is lovely and not terribly crowded. Unlike United, they offer a fairly wide range of edibles and drinkables without hidden charges.

Since I have my shiny new Miles & More card, I decided to check on my mileage.  Why was I not surprised to find that I still have not received credit for either my flight home in Feb from Calgary or my flight to Buenos Aires? Looks like I am going to have to spend hours going through papers, boxes and hard drives till I find copies of everything. I need those miles….  It is not like I haven’t supplied the etix, the booking number … the emails… but I haven’t given them baggage tags or boarding passes yet. Being a packrat might just be paying off.

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June 12th, 2014 No comments

am I? In Germany I think. As long as I fall over my own feet too much from fatigue. It is not like I do all that well with the time zone changes in this direction. I keep quietly howling with laughter to myself when I hear all those on transatlantic crossings complain about losing 5 hours over 13 nights between Florida and Southampton.

I mean really, it is not all that much compared to – oh let us just say – the nine hours between San Francisco and Frankfurt done in one swell foop. So here I am after having been home a couple of days still staggering around with fatigue during the day and wide awake like a petulant toddler at night. All of which means that my original ambition to run errands and clean like mad just hasn’t happened.

But books – yes, I have managed to haul down 20 boxes of books from the attic and end up with 17 that are headed to swap shelves. Two of the other boxes are kids books and as such are not mine to give away and the 20th is SciFi/Fantasy which actually could be sold at various used book stores in the US if I was so inclined.

The end result is that I had no big adventures today…

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June 11th, 2014 No comments

If you walk away from any computer for a number of minutes some preset programing will kick in. Perhaps you have yours set to shut down to save battery life or to screen lock requiring a password to break back in.

In the old days, most of us set various assorted screen savers, especially on PCs before someone figured out that it was an excellent way to spread viruses. The built in ones usually, but not always sucked. Either there were toasters flying around, some word spinning, flipping or morphing, or the ever popular logo.

I haven’t figured out how to import screen savers to my MacAir, but it turns out not to be relevant. I just have it set to flip up a montage of entries from iPhotos. Sometimes they are whole screens, sometimes 1/2 to 1/8 screen shots in various orders. Some of them actually have turned out to be pretty interesting.

old world doors

old world doors

New world Canadian Rockies

New world Canadian Rockies

Now, I wish I could just predict what was going to come up next….

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June 10th, 2014 No comments

Once upon a time children didn’t fly in business class and the Bundesbahn was always on time.

Ok, now that I am done living in fairy land I will deal with the realities of today. The young lady in the row ahead of me was an angel for all but 15 minutes of the entire flight. The train, on the other hand – there is little on can do about that. A detour into the Lufthansa Arrival Lounge in Terminal B let me email George about what train I was going to be on since he had volunteered to pick me up in Mannheim. There was also plenty of time to get to the platform as our luggage did not exactly arrive promptly. I do understand; any plane with 500+ passengers is going to have a lot of luggage..

The train – ah yes. I arrived with 10 minutes to spare on Track 5 only to find that my train was running 55 minutes late. I was so not in the mood. As I stood there reading the sign slowly and carefully to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating, I hear an announcement. Arriving on my platform is a different train, bound for Karlsruhe and Basel but stopping in Mannheim. It is running 30 minutes late. Do I care that I had made a seat reservation? Not at all.

The upshot is that I arrived in Mannheim 1 minute before my original scheduled arrival time. I had barely made the meeting point before George pulled up. Luckily he had not bothered to check for train delays….

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Going home

June 9th, 2014 No comments

The United Club in the International Terminal of SFO is sad when compared to any of its partnership airlines. They offer coffee, tea, sodas, cheese&crackers, cookies and carrots. Consider me not impressed, but then it should be obvious that cost cutting does have occasional and obvious effects on customer services.

I am headed home on a Lufthansa flight this afternoon to arrive midday tomorrow. I am traveling once again with just my backpack and suitcase. Anything extra stayed in the US and nothing I picked up was heavy or large enough to make a difference. Plus, the dear husband tarted me to business class so I might even be able to get a bit of sleep on this flight.

So, have iPad fully charged, books to read and knitting. What could be better? Why a 14 day cruise home….

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San Francisco

June 7th, 2014 No comments

So anyway, I wound up with a whole day free and a courtesy shuttle to Union square. It seemed the thing todo – walk over to the Embarcadero, hike up to Pier 39 and just enjoy the weather. Since I brought only a small camera instead of the heavy ones, I wasn’t even on a photo hunt.

There were crowds, street musicians and beggars. The Farmer’s Market was in full swing along with dozens of artisans under tents with bright coloured wares just inviting a look. Restraining myself, I window shopped only the earrings. Prints and pottery are just too hard to haul home especially with having to plan for shipping household good in the next couple of months.

It was late afternoon when I caught the bus back, electing not to wait for what was going to be the extremely overcrowded last shuttle.

I started another version on the December Scarf and finished listening to Charming by Elliot James. It is a lovely quirky urban fantasy that doesn’t have sparkly vampires.

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June 6th, 2014 2 comments

There were a number of construction zones on my drive. There was also a serious accident on northbound I-5 less than 10 miles from the 580 junction that cost over 90 minutes of time. Of course, that is nothing compared to the cost of the flattened RV, smashed car and possessions strewn over the highway enough to cause the entire highway to be forced down to one lane which had to drive single file on a slant in the median to get by. I couldn’t find the accident listed late tonight so perhaps there were only survivors. There is a good reason why there is a speed limit for cars towing trailers, especially in posted high wind areas.

I try to obey the driving rules and avoid too much speeding especially at the current price of fuel. I had a number of idiots pass me at significant speeds at various points. None was more irritating than a black sedan moving so fast I couldn’t even catch its license plate even he almost ran the car ahead of me off the road when they didn’t clear the left lane fast enough.

I was contemplating the usual – where is the highway patrol when you need them as I was exiting the construction zone. My answer was right there in a crisp uniform at the side of the road. With the idiot driver who had recklessly passed me. Thank you CHP!

From there it was a matter of passing the accident mentioned above, signing in and unloading College Guy’s stuff (along with some cookbooks for the Eldest) into the storage unit. I made the hotel without problems, went to Cottage Yarns in South San Francisco, and returned the rental car.

Successful day, that.

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It looks the same

June 5th, 2014 7 comments

I hit the road this morning after swapping out rental cars, checking out, and having Noah load the van with all of his stuff.

The first part of the trip went smoothly, if not so stupefyingly boring that I had to play with the radio to keep focused. Then there was the accident on I10W which was in the final stages of being cleaned up. I must assume that most of the looky-loos hadn’t ever seen anyone with a broom before. Otherwise how can one explain a three mile stau?

After hitting road construction and another hour lost to laboriously slow traffic where my only entertainment was watching the couple in the car ahead of me. He was driving while she was all over him, less subtle than a cat in heat. After 30 minutes, I changed lanes and took myself out of range.

The landscape ranged from desert to high desert punctuated by the occasional rest stop (closed). Liking the google directions better than my GPS, I bailed off the interstate to take CA62 toward 29 Palms with the plan of then picking up 347 to Barstow where I could pick up I15 followed by CA 58. Actually you don’t care about the roads and directions – except probably for Brad & Cheré who were stationed at FT Irwin a couple of decades ago.

But while I was going on with all of my two lane cross country driving one of those blinding flashes of the obvious hit me. This is desert, high desert to be sure, but desert none the less. 29 Palms is in the desert. No wonder all the Marines & supporting Navy staff rotating from there through the various camps in Kuwait didn’t think anything of the environment. After all, it was just like home only a bit hotter.

Admittedly, the roads here are better and the chances of IEDs are less, bit there is no lack of trashed, abandoned vehicles along some of the roads. Add in a few camels….. Anyway, my drive across a couple hundred miles of roads had me thinking back a decade or more to temperatures that would make today’s 42*C (~108F) seem like a balmy spring day. It is nice to be driving a civilian vehicle. To not be wearing battle rattle and absent people shooting at me is a definite plus.

Spending 15 months in the deserts of Kuwait was one thing. Living in this type of area as a choice? A bit too barren for my tastes.

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Hot and Dry

June 3rd, 2014 No comments

Did I mention that AZ is not exactly my favorite place in the world?

I briefly toyed with the idea of the Desert Botanical Gardens. In fact, I got as far as the parking lot and started looking around

most of it looked like this

most of it looked like this


and when you got closer, it didn't look any friendlier

and when you got closer, it didn’t look any friendlier

I reconsidered and got back in the car. I remember hanging out in Kuwait and hiking when it was well over 40*C because I had to get from one end of the camp to the other for a meeting.

I want to voluntarily go out and look at cactus and scrub because?????

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Three Degrees

May 31st, 2014 No comments

Breakfast with College Guy and errands took up a significant chunk of the day. Which goes absolutely nowhere in explains why I took a detour to Jessica Knits.

While standing at the counter I overheard the two lovely women speaking about a friend on an educational ship in the Baltic. I looked up and asked if that would be the U of VA’s “semester at sea” ship? Startled, they said yes as a matter of fact. I then hazarded a guess that their friend had boarded the ship in Hamburg. yes again. I then told them they should ask their friend if she had met Mac (from the Independence TA) and if so say hi for me.

I met Mac, who teaches/taught Spanish in real life because he was brave/foolish enough to join Roy, Dave, myself and whomever else wanted an insane conversation early mornings in the Diamond Lounge. Good guy and able to hold his own which was actually pretty impressive considering. He was leaving the ship in Southampton to fly Hamburg. Six weeks on another ship, huh.

Anyway. No good dead should go unpunished. For that matter, this is only two degrees of separation after all. If I had gotten Mac’s email, I would include him on this post. Ah, well.

And I replaced the knitting needle I lost along the journey so all is goo.

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On Star

May 30th, 2014 No comments

As you probably have figured out, I have not exactly been doing a lot of driving in the last year what with all the cruising and all. Didn’t stop me from taking the hotel shuttle back to the airport, the transfer bus to the Car Rentals and picking up a rent-a-beast.

The first try was this cute little Fiat that reminded me of the Eldest’s car. This one however instead of having a trunk had one of those back spaces with a cover. Said cover did not wish to cooperate which is what led me to the red Chevy Sonic.

I don’t know what led me to drop the keys in the trunk. Tiredness? Carelessness? Or just not thinking about the fact that the car doors were closed. Hello? We have a station wagon. Anyway, as I turned and closed the trunk a little voice in my head was screaming OH Sh!!!!

Keys, backpack and wallet were safely in the trunk.

What seemed like a lifetime later after talking to Emergency Road Services I noticed this little red light flashing up on the front on the dashboard. You mean a blue button? Asks the patient guy at the other end. Nope little red blinking light. He goes away for a while. Your car may have On Star.

I am back on hold.

He comes back. Wait a minute he says. Click! In front of my eyes the door locks pop up. Instead of paying hugely to have someone come out and open the car, there is a small service fee.

While I am grateful for the speed and service, I have this remaining residual of discomfort. I think I would have been much happier had I not know than the rental car company can track me. That by remote my car can be locked or unlocked. It is why I will never, ever own a car that can be remotely piloted.

I am willing to be responsible for the consequences of my actions, even when they leave me in the uncomfortable position of having to recover from a bit of incredibly stupid behaviour. But Big Brother (or Little Brother either – go read Cory Doctorov), is not my idea of a good world.

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Second verse, same as the first

May 29th, 2014 No comments

Only it wasn’t.

There were no issues with the taxi on the way to the train station. The train went exactly where it was supposed to and dropped me at the Frankfurt airport without delays or detours. Checking was a breeze and security wasn’t even much of a hassle even allowing for the woman in front of me who spoke perfectly clear German but still couldn’t manage to follow directions. I mean really! Who would have thought that security actually expected her to take out all her cosmetics and put them in a bag where just anyone could see them?

I had plenty of time and didn’t even care that the line had come to a standstill. Me with electronics, leather zippered jacket and sandals was probably a welcome relief. All they warned to see was my knitting needles.

Flight was fine made even better by the fact that I had no one sitting next to me. Immigration at SFO was the worst that I have seen there. Took a couple of hours by the time I had collected my luggage. Checking in with Southwest Airlines, I spent the rest of my waiting time in the USO.

By the time I got to Phoenix is was so wiped that falling into the hotel bed was a welcome relief. No free wifi or breakfast. Blah.

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Just what I needed

May 27th, 2014 No comments

For whatever reason, my most recent software update of WordPress did not go as planned. It looks like I can reach the site from a mobile device but not from my more normal web interface. And it is not that I just don’t love using a virtual keyboard ….

Today was simply organizing, packing once again and laundry. Nothing terribly exciting, I didn’t even leave the house!

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Memorial Day

May 26th, 2014 No comments

It is a good day in to be home; to stay home. Not that it makes a difference in Germany bit still. I don’t many service members who appreciate hearing “thanks for your service.” Maybe it means something to those who served in Viet Nam and were reviled for their wearing of the uniform , willing or not.

But for most of those who have served since the advent of the volunteer force, it was something we chose to do for a variety of reasons. Those reasons are our own and frankly being thanked for them is uncomfortable to embarrassing.

I find that it acknowledges a separation between those of us who have served in the various armed forces and those who have not. That thanks is an acknowledgement on their part that they have not done their share as a citizen of their country, a fact that I don’t really want to know.

It is not keeping the world safe for democracy, a phrase that fortunately lost both meaning and worth with the end of the Cold War. The US is not the arbiter of what is right/good in the world. Instead it is one of a number of constructional democracies that appeals to immigrants as offering a better way of life than what they are leaving at home. But 911 save the world it is not the role should it be taking.

Much better for those walking and working in the US to thank those in their communities contributing to their local quality of life on a daily basis: the police, firefighters, teachers, first responders. Thank those who do for others on a daily basis.

It is not that I regret my 30+ years in uniform; taking care for those putting themselves in harms’ sway or occasionally finding myself joining them at one of those fun and special locations. It is rather that I neither want nor expect thanks from those who have not been there. And those that were? We acknowledged each other at the time.

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Its been more than 40 years

May 25th, 2014 No comments

Reflections happen every once in a while. Sometimes deliberately and other times triggered off by a simple event, object or gesture. So it was for me this morning while sitting in the Star Alliance Lounge at Heathrow T1. I have been here before.  In fact, I distinctly remember being here for hours while waiting for a flight. Plugged into power and catching up for hours. I can’t find a post about it (searched Heathrow, Lufthansa and Riesling for the lovely wine that captured my attention six hours into the wait – after 1700 as well) but I can even remember where I was sitting.

However, it wasn’t any of that which caught my attention. Rather it was hunting down the women’s restroom.  There are two restrooms clearly marked in the Lounge; one men’s and one women’s. But I can remember when this simply wasn’t the case. This is allegedly a business class lounge which used to mean business travelers since no one who didn’t have a company paying the high tariff for the seat would travel in business. Especially not if you are from Minnesota – it wouldn’t seem like a sensible use of funds. Except for one time during my college/professional school/residency years on the rare times I flew – it was cattle car. Once, for whatever reason having to do with exhaustion, a kind check-in agent and a strike of fate, I wound up with a free upgrade. It also might have had to do with being well dressed and traveling alone. In any case, I was directed toward the lounge. There were no women’s restrooms; business travelers are men, right?

Seemed to be just the way of the world in the early 1970s. I can remember being on a surgical rotation at one of the U of MN affiliated hospitals. The surgeon I was with sent me off to change so I could scrub in on his cases that day. There were three changing rooms: Doctors, Nurses, Orderlies. Female med students, who it turned out were a rarity at this hospital for excellent reasons, don’t fall into any of those categories. When I failed to show up in the expected five minutes, one of the orderlies came to find me. Why wasn’t I changed? Where? The nurses had already told me that their changing room was for nurses (note the lack of male nurses in that time frame. And the fact that nurses are assumed to be female. It is 2014, and most of the time we still caveat nurse with “male” for the 20-35% of the professional who aren’t female. The assumption is not quite so obvious that doctors are male only due to the overwhelming numbers of young women entering med school in the last 10 years).  Said orderly thought the whole thing was funny, explained that the place had a reputation which is why they almost never had women rotating through there on surgical clerkships and found me “the closet.”

That is right – a closet. Not the nurses changing room with lockers, not the orderlies with one of the guys standing guard at the door. And certainly not the doctor’s changing room where the male med students were more than welcome to change. Today? I would have just let the chips fall where they may and used the doctor’s lounge but I was not at all willing to rock the boat back then.

When asked why I was late I explained about the changing rooms. The surgeon was astonished. Obviously this was not something that had occurred to him as an issue. I suggested that if he could not get this resolved that I could change preceptorships so as to go to other hospitals. How would I do that? Talk to Mamma Pearl (Assistant Dean of Students) about this hospital not being “ready” to have female med students……

Fast forward to 2014. There are men’s and women’s changing rooms, restrooms, locker rooms (unless of course you are a Dutch military deployed camp. Then it is uni-sex with locks on all doors, stalls and showers. Everyone is an adult, everyone gets privacy).

In most shopping centers there are family restrooms. There are set-ups to change diapers which didn’t exist when mine were young. Some of the airport lounges even have a “child room” which I think is de facto recognition that whether or not you want small children in the executive lounges adults are going to keep brining them. The goal then is to keep them separate enough from the rest of the travelers that no one gets hurt…

Drifting around from topic to topic I guess. But I have managed to get caught up on all of my audiobook downloads, two novels I hadn’t gotten around to finishing and some nice munchies courtesy of Star Alliance.  Their timetable download turns out to be a PC app but booking a round the world flight is easy and relatively cheap compared to a couple of round trip FRA-SFO round trips.

Who knew?

Wonder if finding clean bathrooms and changing rooms is going to continue to improve?


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Lights on the coast

May 24th, 2014 No comments

It is the last day of the cruise and we are heading from Stavanger back to Southampton. It is not hard to identify that we are still in the North Sea as there are the occasional oil rig sprouting like weird mushrooms scattered along our route.

It was obvious shortly after dark which occurred quite bit earlier than the first few landfalls that we were off the coast of some place civilised if you count clusters of lights as representative. Nowhere near international waters and freighters all around us as a matter of fact.

I am packed with bags set out. Departing the ship early, a group of us have booked transport to Heathrow. I even managed to check in on line having saved my free internet minutes till the end. I will be home tomorrow. Imagine that!

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More rain -Stavanger

May 23rd, 2014 1 comment

It feels like the low lying grey clouds have been following me south at least during the day when I contemplate hiking on land. So today is our last port – Stavanger – and the rain had already started to leak from the skies by the time we docked.

The good thing is that I had not gotten motivated enough to put together a climbing group for Pulpit Rock. The downside is that once again I haven’t had the opportunity to risk my neck in pursuit of really cool photos.

Ah well. Instead I walked around with jacket zipped and umbrella in hand feeling not at all fools to be staying dry in the light rain.

I found the Husfliden and a full copy of my missing knitting mag. The price was extremely reasonable especially for Norway. Postcards are sent and the main shopping mall has high speed free wifi so all my apps are now updated. I am pulling Coursera lectures on my iPad while I hunt and peck this note from my phone.

Tomorrow is packing and sleeping. I arrive back I’m Germany on Sunday this time with clear entries stamped from the UK.


Oh – did I mention that there seems to be plenty of rainless light about 2230 streaming in through the balcony?


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May 22nd, 2014 No comments

Wrong, I will be the first to admit it. Not the 400 steps that I remembered to Fjellstua but 418. The steps are safe and handrails sturdy at the key points. The scenery is breathtaking and the tourists amazing. To a man the guys are dressed sensibly with functional shoes. Not so the women; flip-flops and six inches heels?

Coming back down the hill I made a detour to the Husfliden, found I had left my wallet back on ship. Since the return trip looked to be worthwhile I also swapped my vest for a warmer jacket. If I had bothered to think, an umbrella would also have been smart.

(See! foreshadowing!)

I found postcards, the museum and the Salvation army charity shop but no fridge magnets. And yes to the Gudbrandsdalsost.

Then it started to rain with me hiking around in my good leather jacket. Unfortunately it seemed like most of the other passengers had the same idea. I just really wish some of them would be a bit more careful with their umbrellas or consider that the rule about taking cameras/phones out if their pockets includes them. A fact that would be much appreciated by the queue standing shivering in the rain.

But the photos are from before the rain. The city features a lot of wonderful Art Deco plus a fair bit of quirkiness.







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May 21st, 2014 1 comment

We sailed up mor beautiful fjords early this morning on our way to Olden. The main reason for this stop; jumping off point for various glacier tours. Having both done a few of these before as well as flown over more than my share to and from Bødo back when I was fortunate enough to do winter NATO exercises… Yes seriously, as visiting military they were a lot of fun and the Nords have absolutely great winter field gear.

Where was I ? Oh yes, not mucking about on the bus or glaciers (Kjenndalen. Briksdalen) in the rain. Unfortunately, it also means that I missed out on the chance to ride in the Troll Cars. If anyone in the group comes up with good pictures I will share.

Meanwhile, the ship appears huge. The river is ice cold which is not a surprise considering it is glacier run off. And hiking is at ones own risk.





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May 20th, 2014 No comments

After cruising extremely slowly back up Sognefjord and down the Aurlands Fjord early this morning we arrived before most of the herd was interested in stampeding off the ship.

Since I was here last year off the Eclipse and had a wonderful time on the railway I had decided to keep this year lower key. ( read cheap ) Nestled into the end of the fjord, sunrise might be at ~0430 but in reality it doesn’t get above the mountain range till after 1030.

In between is obviously the time to hike along the eastern side on the thoughtfully provided pedestrian/bike way. Smart move that considering that trucks on the main road were blasting along before being swallowed by tunnels clearly marked as off limits for those not motorized.

I hiked as far as the paved section lasted. At this point I was about 1/2 way to Aurland. It was obvious the: follow the graveled switchback road up the mountain past several ewes and their young ( twins, triplets and what looked to be the guilty ram based on the offspring’s coloration ) private houses. Near the top was a hiking sign to Vikland. 2 km. easy peasy.

Similar to last night, I went a reasonable way up the mountain on a goat trail befor common sense kicked in. I am hiking by myself. If I fall, there is a serious challenge. Just not willing to be in the situation where I have to text or email someone in another country for rescue.

So I strolled back at a reasonable pace dodging the day walkers now out in full force. The souvenir shops are packed with a variety of goods : sweaters to junk. I sent off postcards and will send this off.

Adding the photos here






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Fjords to Skjolden

May 19th, 2014 No comments

We headed into the Fjords at a reasonable time this morning. Actually, I think we were in range if Bergen ~0300 since my phone cheerfully announced that I was back in range of communications that didn’t involve a high cost low speed ship moderated system. Our pilot came on board around 0930 just as the winds came up. Not being completely without common sense, I retreated to my cabin where I could enjoy the scenery without either being cold or a victim of the fresh breeze.

I could wait to post this until after our port call of the day. But I am not doing any tours, we arrive about 1600 and to a town of ~500 on a market day. I am thinking the stop is for the trip up this particular fjord with all day scenery and to avoid overnight charges in either Åleslund or Olden.




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And to the Fjords

May 17th, 2014 1 comment

Unlike about 700 of my closest friends, I didn’t stay on the Legend to do Norway for 8 nights. It would have been the smart thing to do, except for the fact that I really wanted to do another TA. So figuring out where and what, I went ahead and extended the TA for another 8 days. Not in as fancy a cabin by any means, altho I was able to get better after final payment when the price dropped.

Anyway – it is still the Indie.

The route is this




Sat May 17 London (Southampton), England 4:30pm
Sun May 18 At Sea
Mon May 19 Skjolden, Norway 4:00pm 11:59pm
Tue May 20 Flam, Norway 7:00am 5:00pm
Wed May 21 Olden, Norway 8:00am 5:00pm
Thu May 22 Alesund, Norway 8:00am 4:00pm
Fri May 23 Stavanger, Norway 9:00am 6:00pm
Sat May 24 At Sea
Sun May 25 London (Southampton), England 5:30am

There is something about Troll Cars in Olden and I really want to climb Pulpit Rock this time in Stavanger….

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May 16th, 2014 No comments


Not that I don’t have anything to do. No, I can edit documents, complete another on-line course, pack (switching cabins) or knit. Since none of those options seemed anymore interesting than another I chose to first attend the back-to-back cruisers meeting (there are ~140 of us staying on for the next 8 nights of Norway. Well, boarding day, two sea days and five ports). The information was about what I expected. We can get off the ship, if changing cabins, pack up most of your stuff and your cabin attendant will move it. And, oh by the way, the tours we offered? They are cancelled since enough people didn’t want them. We will offer you lunch instead…..


Back to the cabin, since Knit, Needle & Hook was preempted first by the B2B meeting and secondly by the Kid’s Talent Show.


After seeing a friend on the last cruise drag out the same piece of paper on which she tracks her cruises as she had last fall complete now with notations layered on notations and covered with stickies, I decided that since I had paid for Numbers, I might as well use it. It took no time to set up a simple sheet with a few useful columns and enter upcoming cruises.


Then I decided that a bit more information might be useful so that it would all be in one place. You know, little items like cabin numbers, payment due dates and cost. Then I decided that it might be good to have the complete dates of the cruise, not just the start date. Just so I could avoid booking several things at the same time. Not that I would do anything so foolish. No, no way would I have the Rhapsody booked from Singapore to Istanbul via Dubai at the same time as the Legend making its way through the Panama Canal as the Star going from Los Angeles to Copenhagen. No, wouldn’t do anything like that at all. I just have cruises on hold to transfer to other cruises at first opportunity. My story and I am sticking to it.


By the third round of opening PDFs, I think I had all the information included and a few formulas set up so that I know how much I am spending (answer, not as much as I thought) and how many points I will have with various loyalty programs (a few more than I thought).


Now if I could just get excited about leaving my lovely and cheaper posh cabin for one nowhere near as nice and just as expensive…….

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Sweets (aka Deserts)

May 15th, 2014 No comments


have a totally different meaning on this ship vs most of the rest. Perhaps the Brilliance which I think is currently ported out of Harwich has the same definition but I have avoided her since my only sailing on her in 2009. But if you are a Royal Caribbean ship ported in the UK, there is a kettle in the cabin so that you can make your own tea in the morning. Or open up your jar of instant coffee which a large number of English natives insist in bringing along so that they can have the proper translucent shade of liquid with the essence of coffee fragrance.


Ok, next to all of that being on a ship that can serve a decent fruit crumble or bread pudding might seem minor, but those are skills which don’t seem to be exercised on the other ships. I have had better for vanilla sauce but really, I don’t need all of that sugar. Not when I can enjoy a bit of complex carbohydrate complete with the right amount of sogginess and eggy taste to it.


It might even make up for having to walk by some of the most unappetizing dishes that also magically appear in the “British Corner.” I can ignore fish & chips. But there is Shepard’s Pie, Steak and Kidney Pie, Surprise Pie (no, I made that one up, but it reflects the idea of you can take what ever you have for leftovers and stuff them in a pie crust and call it food. Somewhat like the Chicken Pot Pie that was all too frequently a star on the school lunch menus where I grew up) and then this really vile looking stuff called mushy peas. Now really, what is really that green? And are they mushy so that they stick to the back of the fork better to speed up the process of stuffing them into one’s face. Not this person’s face. I leave mushed food for babies.


Now, you have to find the real British food over on the Asia table – Chicken Tikka!


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Captain’s Table

May 14th, 2014 No comments


with the Chief Engineer.  It is formal night which means I happily dragged out the same dress I have been wearing for formal night this cruise, the last cruise, and several cruises before that. It is knit, it is long, and it is black. It packs by folding, wading or stuffing and shakes out wrinkle free. What more could I want? And since I normally seem to be in possession of a knit shawl or two, finding a coordinating wrap doesn’t seem to be a problem.


I might want to think about glitz though -  I seem to be almost the only woman in the dining room who is glitter and sequin free. Is there some kind of rule that says that you have to sparkle? And shed? There seems to be an even dozen of us invited. The couples on either side of me had also been rescheduled from Monday. The Chief Engineer (Norwegian) was friendly, cheerful and seems to be quite young as such jobs go. He also had no clue as to why most of us seem to have been rescheduled (but since the table had invitees on Monday we decided that it might just have been too many invites issued). We did have one lady in red – to balance the rest of the group in mandatory black.


So I had a pleasant meal (with the same waiter as I had in Jan) with good conversationalists, excellent food and my souvenirs (menu, group photo, name tag) to be added to the collection that might just some day become entries in a scrapbook!


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North American vs the British Empire (Round 2)

May 13th, 2014 No comments


Once again I am facing the challenge of deciding on which side of the stairs to ascend and descend. It seems like something all together simple but as it turns out, there are challenges.


On the Radiance going around Australia it was easy – a huge proportion of the cruising population was Australian. Didn’t matter where the staff was from or the few of us North Americans or Europeans on board – it was English right of way rules and we all learned to cope or get repeated run down on the stairs.


Since then, I have been on the Legend (Royal) and the Infinity (Celebrity). In both cases, the overwhelming numbers on the ship were of the right side of the road/left hand drive persuasion. In fact, there were instructions on the Infinity about keeping to the right on stairways in order to avoid confusion.


And now I am on the Independence. She is headed to the UK where she will be based until fall of this year. What is more important, well over half the passengers are British. Kind of like the Solstice last fall filling up with Aussies in Hawaii where they spent 19 days recovering from their Honolulu shopping experience it seems like a lot of the English headed to the US for cruising, shopping and Disney followed by the recovery cruise home. One on which they don’t have to be conceded about either the weight or the cube of their luggage. Yes, there is a seasoning of Irish and Scottish but the overwhelming feel is English.


It is enough so that the menus have already reverted to British format which means both language and the inclusion of menu items. I have absolutely no interest in Ham & Onion Pie as a “classic choice” on the evening menu or Bangers & Mash or mushy peas but I am more than pleased to see a good variety of Indian choices back in the dining room. If I was going to the dining room which I am not, but I could get them there if I chose rather than being restricted to the Windjammer.


Where was I? Oh yes, getting trampled on the stairs.  I think it has to do with 1079 North Americans vs 2368 UK. The 179 Germans and the random French, Spanish and Portuguese pretty much stay out of the fight. And there are children on this ship. They don’t care – they just charge up and down the middle knocking adults out of the way in a version of human bowling pins.


Me? I am just glad the little monsters are getting their exercise rather than filling up the lifts. But then, there would be less issues about “right” vs “left” if the rest of the able bodied left the stairs to me.


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Red & White

May 12th, 2014 2 comments


And it was a Canada Day Party. I am still clueless as to whether or not there is something special about 12 May but I am all for helping anyone celebrate, especially on a sea day. Especially when I am totally irritated at a lecture. There is not hidden meaning in everything. All actions are not a euphemism for sex. Sometimes a blue curtain waving in the breeze simply means that the window is open and the author likes the color blue.


Any way – since I had cancelled out of the Indian Lunch because of being invited to the Captain’s Table tonight heading to the Dog & Badger seemed like the right thing to do. Organized by several of the Canadians among the passengers, Nova Scotia and Newfoundland seemed to be the most heavily represented. One of the guys, in fact had packed almost a full suitcase of various trinkets, decorations and prizes to give away. Plus Red & White clothing and his guitar.


With everyone pitching in, it took almost no time to get the place decorated and the party started. Raffles, laughs and songs  of the rude and rude if you can understand it variety. After all, if you are in a pub and there is no one under age… Since I didn’t have anything in plain red & white I had to settle for the German football jersey which features a bit of red and white along with a very sensible basic black so as to not show the grass stains. I saw a very nice long sleeve red jersey on one of the guys -turns out to be the official Canadian Olympic Curling Team Jersey. Still not sure about the sport of curling (his wife says that curling doesn’t do anything to improve skills in sweeping inside the house) but the jersey is almost as cool as the Calgary Flames Hockey Jersey.


Ok, back to the party. From songs to Trivia – FYI – the official Canadian sport? Wait for it – …. Lacrosse.  Yes. Really. Just be grateful it isn’t Cricket!


We finished late afternoon and I drifted back to my cabin with the thought of actually putting on adult dress up clothes for dinner. Got to the cabin. Found both a message on the phone and an invite on the bed. No dinner tonight, changed to Wednesday. Sorry for the inconvenience. Ok, whatever. But then I noted that Wednesday night is formal night. Phooey. I hadn’t planned on getting that dressed up.


Lets see – basic black, or basic black. Good thing I had had an afternoon of fun, bright colors and a lot of noise. Skipping dinner was no hardship at all, especially since no one else seemed to be eating the chocolate covered strawberries at the evening happy hour.


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Concert vs Performance Art

May 11th, 2014 No comments

Perhaps a small bit of knowledge, microscopic as a matter of fact, can be completely dangerous. Prior I am sure that I mentioned that one of the lecture series I am completing is on Art History. The course, taught by Jeannene Przyblyski (CalArts), is actually my first exposure to an analysis of Art. She is mostly directing this course toward artists, animators and gamers so it is a bit more eclectic and not regimented in a forward march through time and development of different “isms.”


Much of the content has been related to painting with photography, mixed media, film, animation clips and performance pieces tossed in. I am a science person. Where I know that various science discipline build on the discoveries which preceded, I didn’t think of these principles as relating to art. So, ok I will acknowledge being fairly narrowly focused which takes me back to why I am attempting to educate myself a bit. But thinking might just be  a dangerous thing. You can start employing it situations where the person who is the artist/musician/performer may have absolutely no intension of making any kind of statement at all.


Which, at the end left me extremely conflicted. Joanne Marie is an excellent young Polish violinist who plays the musician’s part in the ice show “Strings.” She gave a matinee performance today with the ship’s orchestra. There  she stood on the stage, young, blond, and shining silver evening gown. She started her performance with a medley from Fiddler on the Roof.

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new and old friends

May 10th, 2014 No comments

Did I mention that my British friends Dave and Sheila are on this cruise? Along with Siegfried and Illsa (ex-Germany now in San Jose).  After having breakfast the last two mornings in the CL, I decided to follow the light and climb those four flights of stairs to the Diamond Lounge. And there is Dave along with others who I had met briefly during one of the evening cocktail hours. This is the early morning coffee get together. Coffee machine with decent cappuccinos  (not the watered down version found on Deck 10), nice companions and floor to ceiling windows letting in tons of light. 


It completely lets you ignore the rain outside…..


Then of course there is the evening cocktail hour at which I can watch people drink way too much. And wear enough perfume to flatten half the lounge. I have been on at least one cruise prior with that particular guilty party. I think she also fancies herself as the epitome of style. Personally, I am not so much for feathers stuck in hair, shells glued on evening bags before being sprayed with silver paint and boas. But remember, my sense of style is basically Jack Wolfskin, Columbia, and Keen Sandals.



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