| It was a sea say on the 8th as we tootled to Grenada. I hadn't slept well, remembering a year earlier had been my mum's funeral and hoped my dad was okay on his own at home. Well I say on his own, but without human contact since he had the dogs to make him laugh and run him ragged. I wished she were still around so I could tell her about the trip. I got up at 10.10am, after Carmel phoned to remind me about the Roberto Coin thing. So once I'd dressed, I popped up to deck 9 to fetch her. Yak, yak, yak about Roberto Coin jewellery, how this was the first shop on a ship, they usually had sod all pieces in their stores but had over two hundred on sale on Connie (that's hopeful!) then the Captain came to open it, standing beside me as he mumbled into the microphone. There was a mad rush for the key test to see who won the pendant. Pilar and Kathy were there. None of us won it so I went to wander around the deck then grab some lunch while Carmel went to do heaven knows what. |
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| The Captain's Club booze up for all members was on that afternoon, unusually at different times for first and second sitting. Never heard of that before. I couldn't be bothered since it would be the same crepes, sushi and melon (why not a lovely buffet like Royal Caribbean????), same spiel and same music so had a siesta. When I woke at 4.30pm, I found a note slipped under my door which said my Barbados tour was now 8.45am so I can only guess bugger all booked the 12.45pm one. Bang goes my return to bed after Norwegian Dawn arrived! Curry in the Seaside and I heard an American asking for a roll when he meant samosa. My dad gave a not-so-subtle hint he wanted a baseball cap to shield the sun from his eyes down the marina so I bought him one with the name of the ship on. Carmel was dining in the Tuscan Grille like the first night, which she kept being invited to, probably because of her suite or they were desperate to fill but turned up around 10pm at our table. |
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Well the conversation Carmel and Barbara were having about Leather Woman (who was at the next table) turned interesting when both said she was actually a he who's had the op! They were in complete agreement she was trying too hard to be feminine, hence flashing her boobs and wearing minis in someone her age. The ironic thing is we wouldn't have noticed them at all if it weren't for the husband's stupid comb-over, which slipped down his forehead the first formal night resulting in him putting his hand over it. Men, if you're going bald, show off your shiny bonce with pride instead of being a comic turn for the rest of us! At least Leather Woman's face and wrinkly butterfly wings looked natural - which is more than could be said for the smooth, cellulite-free thighs and rest of the body which didn't match the face. We all went to Reflections when we left at 11.10pm (even our waiter Loreto had gone by then) and stayed until 12.30am. |
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| Grenada was on the 9th and it was really hot when I popped on deck at 7.30am. We were the only one in so I hadn't rushed. I went for breakfast and, though I had to get the turkey sausages from the American hot side, the British had baked beans, fried mushrooms (they said sauteed) and, best of all, fried bread - YES!!!!!!!!!!!!! Something else which is a staple on P&O I could get on an American ship and it was perfect. Then I went back on deck to get some photos. |
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| Internet, another kip then up at 11am to get ready for my Creole Escapade tour, which was 12.30pm (or 12.30am, it said in the shore excursions brochure, which is a little too early for most people). I went down at 11.45am and wandered around getting lots of pics of my gorgeous transport. |
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| Despite our guide telling us to wait by the door, a couple of Germans barged ahead. We had an open bus, an old Leyland Morris which was had now been converted to diesel. It was much better than all those dreadful buses with freezing aircon. Our driver was Selwyn and I forget the guide's name but he wasn't very happy people had sat in the front where he does, and made a pointed remark about that before climbing into the seat near the back. Frederick's Fort was our first stop and there was a gorgeous view as well as a lovely cool breeze up there. Then we went to a rum distillery, so I stayed on the bus and chatted with Selwyn. It was only a fifteen minute stop and my back couldn't take getting on and off via the narrow steps too often. When the people returned, they said the stuff was old. Final stop was the Grand Anse beach for an hour but it was full of students having an end of term/Christmas party so I got my free Coke, took a few photos then returned to the bus. Selwyn was about to turn the bus around so I went with him and he did a very good job. Once he'd parked up again, one of the other passengers returned, because he's not a beach person either. Going back to the ship, we'd got stuck in traffic and it was all aboard by 4.30pm - oops! |
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