Tuesday, March 17, 2009

A morning in barbados then home in 2 days














Tuesday - 17 March 2009 - Home

Silver Cloud arrived at 5 am at Bridgetown (not Georgetown, which isn't even a place in Barbados), the only port of the little island of Barbados, with the trident Barbados flag flying. No late disembarkation was allowed since the ship sailed with crew only at 11 am for San Juan, PR, to be inspected by the US Coast Guard for safety and sanitation requirements. Although other Silversea ships have had perfect ratings for entry into the US--don't Google the sanitation ratings for your favorite mass market lines--the Silver Cloud had not been inspected by US authorities since it hadn't called in the US in some time, if at all. The guests yesterday were allowed to stay on board until one hour before it sailed, however. I tried to use up my prepaid Internet access and got to see my friends Heinz and Ellen during the double digit AM hours, a rare occurrence indeed.

The included transfer to the Barbados airport took almost an hour of driving through narrow lanes in sugarcane fields since the narrow lane usually used was being paved. Barbados has one corner (the NE one) that is scenic. The route we took to the airport avoided the northest corner but did go through the nice town of Bridgetown which seems to have anticipated our arrival by indicating a big banner that said, "National Senior Games". At BGI we sat around in the remarkably nice terminal from 10:45 am to 2 pm, but the Internet was free and two pieces of "oriental chicken" cost only $14 US or $28 dollars Barbados drachmas or lire, whatever. There is no unemployment in Barbados as every citizen is employed in checking airline passengers ID, many of which are within 20 or 30 feet from the previous one in the line to the plane. The 4 hour AA flight to MIA landed 30 minutes early. The wait for an open gate was only an hour--so we were only a half hour late. The US immigration queues were an hour long with each line hampered by numerous individuals being held at the agent until they could be escorted away, presumably to another Caribbean island perhaps to the northwest while the accommodations are still available there. The wait for the La Quinta shuttle was only another 45 minutes, but the fumes at the airport made up for the wait. I guess I should know by now that the "nearest hotel to the airport" also has the most aircraft noise. I didn't know about the freight train that goes under Room 323 at least every 20 minutes. There must be a grade crossing there, as well. As Mr. MacGoo said, "Don't stay in cheap motels."

After all the congestion and delays at MIA for my arrival yesterday evening, I decided to get the 5:30 am shuttle from the La Quinta rather than the slightly less sleep depriving 6 am one. Of course, I was through security and at the gate by 6:15 am for the 7:19 am boarding. I had a cup of coffee and my lactose free chocolate croissant I took from the ship when disembarked in Barbados. The flight from Miami got in 45 minutes early this morning. It was due at 10:19, but I got my luggage and was able to catch the 10:20 bus to Boulder. Not quite home free since, of course the bus broke down, but even with the replacement bus I was home before noon. Got my mail, took the tuxedo to the cleaners, hit my local King Soopers supermarket, and just watched the Steward Cramer interview. Guess he didn't vet Steward any better than the stocks he touts.

Nice to be home. Short trip to New Jersey in a couple of weeks probably won't he documented. Train trip throughout Switzerland in late April probably will be. Stay tuned.

Thanks for all for letting me share my fantastic cruise(s) lately and for your kind comments. Please keep in touch.

MB
Boulder, Colorado

Sunday, March 15, 2009

supplemental

The gigantic Emerald Princess sailed 15 minutes late due to 6 of its passengers not showing up. They never did, and the captain decided to leave them in Granada. At "sold out" with over 3,000 happy folks onboard, the percentage they were left would have been about 12% of a person on Silver Cloud. The Emerald backed out of the slip with a crewman in a forward latch waving a man sized signboard hand. I suggested that we moon them. I almost had that going.
 
The "build a ship" competition on Silver Cloud occured at 5 pm. Three of our jadded guests built floatable structures that were judged on design and ability to hold a maximum number of soda cans. This is not a typical Silversea activity, but it does show some very innovative skills of some of the guests. The judges were the Hotel Director (the big boss of our ship), a distingued professional engineer from England, and guess who. I offered to take bribes while the others looked unhappy that they had not thought of it frist.
 
I'm packed and ready for an apple martini, a new found treat.
 
More tomorrow while I'm waiting for disembarkation

granada again

Sunday - 15 March 2009 - Granada
 
I was here about 3 or 4 years ago during my one and only Caribbean cruise. There were a lot of saint this, a granadine or two, and lots of "Les Isles" with very large boats owned by blond haired rich people. Granada was a bit of an exception in that it was quaint, had a nice forest in the hills, and people appeared to speak English.
 
We arrived around True Blue Point to St. George. The Emerald Princess mega-ship was already there and disgorging its guests for tours identified by signs saying, "Tour 3553A" (no fooling). We docked on the other side of the pier and looked like the Emerald's life boat. I took a walk and looked at the same churches without roofs from my last visit--there was a devastating hurricane about 5 years ago--and was back at the ship. The Princess ship was still disembarking its passengers. I allowed the Princess' photographers to take my picture. In town I heard a woman from the big ship say as she was walking uphill on a street of small Caribbean shacks, open sewers, and views of the blue Caribbean, "This is just like San Francisco." I suppose the California city's hill were the most salient points in her mind. Granada has hills, too.
 
Will read a bit and then pack up for leaving Silver Cloud tomorrow. My suitcases have appeared on my suite's bed, and pink luggage tags (those with pink ones leave last at 9:45 am tomorrow) are in an envelope. Good cruise. Will add some comments later after packing and on way home via a night in Miami.

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Observations of Shipboard Life Off the Coast of Surinam

Saturday – 14 March 2009 – Off the Coast of Surinam

Time for some observations. Actually time for breakfast, but the ship is pitching somewhat in the first swell on this cruise. Most folks are not about even though it's 8 am and the dining room, called "The Restaurant" and buffet, called "Terrace Café" or sometimes "Terrazza" on all Silversea ships is opening. Actually many folks are turning green. The ship is not really showing much movement, but no one has gotten their sea legs, so to speak, since it's their sea stomachs that really matter, but I digress.

We are on our transit from the slightly North Atlantic at Devil's Island to the Caribbean at Granada, about 200 miles due north of Surinam, position 8 04N, 56 26W. I've always wanted to say I was "off the coast of Surinam", and could have at any time in the last 60 years. But now I am actually off the coast of Surinam and can be honest about it. Being actually off the coast of Surinam on our last sea day on this cruise has inspired me to share some examples of the shipboard experience. First an observation about the long time concern of dealing with the sometimes intrusiveness of "fine service" on this product, the only real objection. Turns out, Silversea Cruises dealt with it already.

One such example that I wrote on my recent Regent Mariner cruise that the "early bird coffee" service attendant was always so engrossed by his two page newspaper that he ignored providing any service. While many of us much prefer to pour our own coffee and some even carry the empty cups and pastry dishes back to the attendant station, many guests might need assistant when the ship shows movement or for fill-ups of their tea or coffee. For almost 15 years one has had to do (American) football moves to get to the coffee pots as the attendant on Silversea would attempt to block all such attempts. One would sit down at the table of their choosing, and then the attendant would come over and fuss with the Danish pastries, napkins, and offer refills of the coffee or juice, usually every 30 seconds—more often if the place wasn't busy. I never could figure out if I was made awake by the coffee or by the adrenaline from fending off the attendant and dealing with the interruptions to my reading (of the 2 page newspaper) or conversation with another guest. Surprise, surprise, on this cruise the attendant allowed the guests to access the coffee pots and even their own pastries, helping guests who obviously needed assistance or made a request for help. I asked Hernando what changed. He said, "They gave us bigger coffee cups." I told him how the attendant was so, uh, inattentive on Regent (where they had made the cup to mug transition some time ago), and he said, "He shouldn't work there." He followed by suggesting that he watches all the guests and anticipates their needs. "It's my job," he said. Go figure.

This group of guests, at 120 or so out of a possible 296 (but with 212 crew members) on this cruise, are the long term very knowledgeable Silversea cruisers. I recognize about 2/3s of them. There are at least a half dozen men in within 10 years of my age traveling alone but oddly enough few unaccompanied women. I've been having tea, lunch, or dinner with various combinations of these guys—a retired Electrical Engineering professor from Northwestern, a retired Philosophy professor who has lectured years ago on Holland-America, a well known (by those in the industry I presume) Broadway/West End theater producer, a businessman from Canada who seems to have been CEO or part owner of every kind of business, all not quite clearly understood by me but that doesn't mean it isn't true, and various married couples including a retired British Air captain, and various other Brits who don't identify their professions since Brits hardly ever do. I believe that asking (especially by Yanks) is considered cheeky, whatever that means. There are two "Gentlemen Hosts" onboard who dance with the unaccompanied ladies and are supposed to be available for conversation and meals with singles who want/need someone to talk to, but in general (and in particular on this and most recent cruises) don't and can't. One is dumb as dirt and finds cause to argue with just about everyone. These Gentleman Hosts, by the way, pay an agent a substantial sum for the gig as well as their own airfare and are usually share a cabin with each other even though they usually have never met before. The onboard lecturers nowadays have similar arrangements. That is, they also pay to work onboard although their hours and obligations are limited to reading their PowerPoint slides a few times per cruise for 45 minutes each time. The Hosts work intermittently 12 hours a day. Most of you know that I (and both of us when there were two of us) had completely complimentary cruises, including airfare, hotels, and transfers, without any commissions or other expenses. I don't do the lecturing any more (except for an occasional favor to the CD "under the table"), and have turned down requests from HQ Entertainment Directors saying I "don't pay to work".

I often hang out with and enjoy dinners and chats with the guest entertainers who are flown in for a few shows during each cruise. There are classical pianists and violinists, comedic magicians, and various other performers, many I have known for years. Usually per cruise I have a private dinner or lunch with the Hotel Director (the BIG boss on such ships) and with the Cruise Director, usually a pretty big honor since he or she usually is pretty busy. This cruise has been no exception for my meal companions. What fun, and I feel privileged that these managers feel comfortable with sharing their time with me and not having to be on guard with their thoughts. Of course, I won't violate their confidences by posting the conversations on the Internet.

The range of guests' personalities are wide but well documented in my earlier trip journals, but of course very few are on Silversea cruises who didn't accomplish something professionally in their life and don't appreciate the experience here. Having said that, I do have to say that there are some who are rude to all other guests, one or two who are constantly wandering the ship texting on their mobile phones (yes, the ship has its own cell site), and even sometimes a guest who is loudly on their cell phone in all public areas. These are few and far between—maybe one per cruise—but my, my they are visible and annoy all the other guests. No one says anything, of course. There are usually no kids on Silversea, at least during the winter months, but one kid is very bad news since there is nothing for them to do, and two 6 to 12 year olds can make such a cruise miserable for everyone. It's only happened once in all the years I've done this that there have been two kids, but the pool deck—the only really convenient outdoor public area—was not a pleasant place for that cruise.

This cruise has a German mother and daughter (old and middle aged respectively), the only guests I've had a run in with. So, it's been a good trip. But there's a few grumps and the usual assortment of people who after two weeks one gets tired of just seeing. It's a wonderful experience all and all as long as you observe the "mind over matter" principle: if you don't mind, it doesn't matter. By the way, the food on this segment has been quite innovative. A temporary Executive Chef is onboard with instructions from HQ to try out some new, more seasoned, and international menus. It seems to be going over quite well.

Getting nauseous typing as the ship is rocking a bit more or maybe from last night's innovative menu. Better go down for breakfast and/or to look out the window. Perhaps more later, and feel free to contact me directly with any questions. TTFN.

Friday, March 13, 2009

Steve McQueen, Dr. Dreyfus, Dr. Mudd, and Humphrey Bogart Aren't Here Any More

Friday – 13 March 2009 – Devil's Island, French Guiana

It was a dark and stormy morning as we approached the islands off the coast of French Guiana. Also hot and humid. Ile Royale is the only  one of these three very small and isolated islands that is available for visitors. The "town", main jail, solitary confinement area (where I used my "get out of jail free card" and effected a blasé pose), and death row were here. So was a lovely little hotel, restaurant, and gift shop. I bought a tee-shirt for $20.

The political prisoners (think Steve McQueen, Dreyfus, and Dr. Mudd) lived independently on the adjacent little island, the one actually called Devil's Island. I don't know where Humphrey Bogart was—in his only comedic role in "We're No Angels." So many questions in the tropics….

The view to the actual Devil's Island was quite lovely. So was the rat like creatures that abounded. Also abounded were hundreds of signs in French, all starting with the word "Interdit". There sure are a lot of things the Fr. Guiana park service doesn't want the tourists to do. Fortunately, few of us speak (or read) French. A couple from Cuba on the ship walked over to me and said, "Those French sure are controlling". They live in Cuba, did I mention? Another one of us from the ship asked if Castro is still alive. The woman from Cuba said, "We don't know." We all said we would like to visit. The Cuban couple had a very expensive camera, no doubt not from Wall Street Camera.

I walked on, over, and around Ile Royale, a hike of over 2 miles. Took lots of pictures and was back on the tender in less than 2 hours. Almost time for lunch now and then we sail for Granada after a sea day tomorrow.

Cold almost all better. Pool water isn't brown anymore from the Amazon. Water pressure in the rooms is back to normal as the ship's seawater treatment plant was disabled to avoid whatever was in the Amazon—which was 200 miles wide and out to sea 200 miles—from 4,000 miles of toilets and wee beasties.  Will retard watch tomorrow night to catch up with Florida time which got an hour closer to us last weekend all by itself.  Might post a "lost at sea" entry tomorrow or if not when I get home next week.

Cheers now from the very south Caribbean or the very north South America.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Amazon Heart of Darkness--But Good









Thursday – 12 March 2009 – At Sea but still in the Amazon


Yesterday was extraordinary. At 6 am we entered the Breves Narrows, a narrow passage deep in the Amazon Delta system. For 7 hours the 9 deck ocean going cruise ship had a river cruise in a narrow channel, and then until dark continued in the 250 mile wide main channel of the Amazon, not entering the Atlantic Ocean until 3 am. At 8 am we are now 120 miles out to sea and still in the coffee with milk brown water of the Amazon. I expect the water will turn blue again late today, just in time for the tedious "Queen Neptune" ceremony for the one or two guests who haven't crossed the Equator at sea before. We are now at 2 degrees North Latitude.


The transit through the Amazon system yesterday passed the remarkable town of Breves, a large settlement complete with huge statue, wide main streets, and at least three "high street" areas of retail shops. The rest of the all day river passage was in heart of darkness country where very isolated squatter fisherman shacks provided housing for the subsistence fishing families. As we approached each, canoes of women with babies or very young boys and girls paddled almost directly in our paths, only to slide along our port or starboard sides. I finally figured out that they were positioning themselves for the E-ticket ride afforded by our bow waves. We observed this with hundreds of canoes, and with kids that appeared to be expert paddlers although not much older than toddlers. Occasionally there appeared a missionary school or small cemetery plot which I pointed it out as "the dead center of the Amazon" . This caused equally dead stares from some of the other guests onboard who apparently had less developed senses of humor.


This fantastic Amazon experience was a complete surprise to all the guests as it was not in the published pre-cruise Silversea itinerary. Had it been, we all agreed that the less than half full ship would have been sold out, reminding me of the equally extraordinary cruise up the Greenland coast to Dinko Bay on Silver Whisper some years ago where 120 guests out of a 400 guest capacity experienced the origin of most Atlantic icebergs 200 miles north of the Arctic Circle. Silversea HQ is its own worst enemy—still.


We will be "at sea" today, arriving at Devil's Island, French Guiana—my 125th country*, but who's counting—tomorrow morning at 9 am.



*126th country if I count Easter Island. See last Fall's trip journal at http://cbu-sa.blogspot.com.


Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Deep in the Amazon Jungle (kind of)






















Tuesday – 10 March 2009 – Belem, Brazil



This cruise's last port call in Brazil is Belem, 90 miles within the Amazon Delta. Tides are 4.5 meters, and seasonal floods are a factor as well. Fortunately no one notices being underwater since the humidity and temperature year round is 86F and 86% respectively. Nevertheless the town which I visited after a half day jungle trip has a wonderful old feel—at least near the port. A huge market operates daily and for most of the daylight hours. One can buy bowling trophies, pans, strange looking fruit, lunch from hundreds of stands, smelly fish (especially later in the day), and attempt to understand more than obligato and nada. These are my entire vocabulary in "Brazilian*, not Portuguese", the guide on this morning's excursion said. Of course, "thank you" and "you're welcome" are two of the 4 magic words I learned from my mom. So 500 ball isn't bad. The guide, by the way, said when asked how refuse was dealt with in the isolated villages we passed in the jungle, "There is refuse collection three times a week: Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, in the evening." The big piles of cans behind each small house which sat on stilts in the swamp may have caused some cognitive dissonance in me if I was the least bit cynical.



The morning boat ride was to such an isolated fishing village. We visited the school and then went on an hour long walk in the thick, muddy, spider and snack infested Amazon jungle, watched a man—said to be 67 years old but looked only 167 years old—climb really high up a tree, and I got my picture taken with Chiquita Banana's grand daughter. All in all a very nice day.



We sail at 8 pm this evening deeper into the Amazon delta system to circumnavigate Marajó Island, the largest river island in the world, a distinction I never really thought of before. We enter Breves Narrow tomorrow early morning and will navigate this narrow passage in Silver Cloud until after lunch, only to enter the Atlantic at the Macapa Pilot Station at supper time and then cross north of the equator line shortly after so that nobody's soup is spilled as ride over it. I plan to take lots more pictures from the ship in the Breves Narrows if I can find a place to put down the gin and tonic.



We proceed NNW along the top of South America on Thursday to arrive at 9 am at Devil's Island on Friday. Each of us will be issued a "get out of jail free" card and a visa for French Guiana.





*The language here in Belem must be difficult or there are cultural things I don't understand as the lovely tourist map of the town translates the heading for the city's hotels, "Meios de Hospedagem" as "Half of Lodging". This might mean only 4 hour lodging or very small rooms. Perhaps my friend Marc who is from Brazil can advise. [MB Note: After posting this entry, Marc did indeed help with the language. Meios is Portuguese for "Means" as Means of Lodging does make sense. Unfortunately, the translater of the brochure slipped a word in their Portuguese-English dictionary and looked up Meio. Thanks, Marc.]