Cruising at Home – Part 3
As we glide serenely through calm seas off the Australian coast, my mind tends to wander to some of life’s big questions like “Why do people jump in the air when they get their picture taken?”
Cruising at Home Part 2
I’ve never understood the difference between group travel and travelling with a group – until now.
Cruising at Home
Since the itinerary is basically two days at sea and one day anchored off Airlie Beach, I had envisioned lounging in a deck chair, sustained by a healthy diet of hamburgers and ice-creams when I was too lazy to drag myself back to the buffet.
So, you wanna take a cruise
Our cruise to New England and Canada has been such a great success that I reckon I should share the benefits of our collective learnings with all the “newbies” out there. So, here’s my top five tips for those who dream of cruising.
Quebec in my Sole – Quebec Canada
I was beginning to think that old Quebec smells a bit, er how should I say, agricultural. Then I realised, we’re riding in a carriage that’s behind the horse.
Nanne with an E – Prince Edward Island Canada
I once knew a guy with a guard dog that let people come right up to the porch, but wouldn’t allow them to leave. Prince Edward Island is a bit like that – it’s free to come by ferry or bridge, but you have to pay to go the other way. The system doesn’t work very well, because we’re told that the only young people who stay long term are girls – that is, girls with long red hair.
Dressing Up in Sydney – Nova Scotia Canada
Today, we’re in Sydney Nova Scotia. Like it’s Aussie namesake, the place was settled by the Brits (well, actually by the local tribes, then the French, then the Brits, but for the sake of convenience, we’ll say the Brits.) Unlike Australia, these people came here willingly because they were loyal to King George.
State of Disaster – Halifax – Nova Scotia Canada
I’m never worried boarding a train, plane, automobile or boat. That is, I wasn’t until today.
The Maine Course – Bar Harbor USA
I used to think the Boston Tea Party was some sort of social event where ladies of a certain age sat around and talked about how disappointed they were with their husbands.
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