Liner Lady

QUEEN ELIZABETH 2

WORLD CRUISE SEGMENT

RIO TO LOS ANGELES

Jan. 16, 1993 – Feb. 7, 1993

Cabin 4040

 Saturday, 16 January – Rio de Janeiro, Brazil

At 5:30 this morning I awoke to look seaward from my hotel room for QE2 and there she was, about two miles away sitting in the water biding her time.  Soon she turned from south to west, revealing her Port side – all lit up as she slowly got closer to the harbor entrance to Rio de Janeiro.  I watched her come closer and disappear behind the corner of the hotel.  The reddish glow of sunrise gave her a lovely background for a picture I hope will come out well.

Later I was able to see her tied up in the distance as I gazed from Corcovado.  I was not supposed to embark till the next day so I enjoyed the usual city sites.

 Sunday, 17 January – Rio 

I spent most of the day at the Hotel Rio Palace at Ipanima Beach, waiting for time to load up for the bus ride to the Port.  I embarked and went to cabin 4040 – a white-walled single.  I proceeded on to One Deck Lido and spotted my friend C. by the far side of the pool.  He came when he saw me and we hugged in warm (literally sweaty) greeting!

We sat a while by the bar catching up on everything.  He ordered drinks I had to sign for, then went to the Pig a while, but when the ship started to move, we went to the crew bow to watch the departure.  We leaned on the front facing rail amongst raft tubes.  We talked about romantic spots we’ve been in and Rio now is one of them.  He had been on Copacabana beach all night till five in the morning and was very tired.

The ship was eased away from the dock, which had a tower reminiscent of the Aloha Tower in Honolulu, and we slowly went forward and into the channel, which eventually took us by Sugar Loaf and out along Copacabana and away.  We went to my cabin before he left for his cabin (5231) and bed.  I noticed his pinky finger ring has been cut off, and remembered the reason why, the mugging and robbery in Istanbul.  Cabin 5231 is part of the aft Five Deck now reserved for crew members.

As I passed by Two Deck stairway A, I paused to have my photo I.D. taken – not bad!

Monday, 18 January – Santos, Brazil.

I awoke at seven o’clock and went to see C. at work.  It was rainy, pouring as a matter of fact, but I went on tour number 26 to see the sights of Sao Paula.  We saw huge bronze sculptures, and at the reptile farm, we opted to skip it because of the heavy downpours.  Actually, when I flew to Brazil from Los Angeles on Varig Airlines, our first stop was Sao Paulo, and the flight from there up to Rio was rather low in altitude through mountains, which was quite spectacular.  This took place in early morning dawn.

At 5:45 the ship turned around very slowly with tug help.  Then a black and white tug preceded us closely, pouring water from her water canons.  Santos harbor has five miles of docks along the canal between two islands.

C. had phoned me after six o’clock and came for me at 6:45, when we went to the Pig where I saw Jim, Helen and Kate.  We gals discussed raising kids.  We split up for each one’s respective dinner.  I sat at table 210 in Columbia Restaurant with four Brits, three men and one woman.  Charles Sachs came and told us about his “Titanic” film, and explorations which he will be lecturing about during this segment of the cruise.  I had so much fun I ate my curry vegetable soup, steak and ice cream sundae, lingering late.

I went to the cabaret performance and checked out the new shops – less aisle space and more big shop space.  I also peeked at the old Board Room, which is now the privileged lounge for Key Cunard Club members – the full World Cruise people go here.  Actually the minimum is 33 days and I hear the minimum will be 50 days next year!

 Tuesday, 19 January – At Sea

I secured tickets for my tours, and sat a while on One Deck Lido with Christine Joyce till time for Waldemar Hansen’s lecture on Uruguay, the Rex Hunt’s lecture on the Falklands war, April 1982.  I had met Christine on our Sao Paulo bus tour, when I shifted from a nice front bus seat, giving way to a short little lady I later found out to be Mrs. Levy, who apparently is notorious for insisting on having a front seat.  When I plopped down next to this nice English woman, we hit if off quite well.

Christine and I met for lunch at the Lido with Marie and Cecelia, who joined us as did a lady named Barbara.  I attended and taped the lecture by Captain James on the QE2 role in the Falklands War.  I also bought two books at the Library and one at the new shops.

As usual I see very little of C., but the cocktail party will give opportunity.  Yes, he found me and sneaked up on me unaware.  I was standing with Christine who had been dancing and was on hand when the officers were introduced.  Simon is on!  After waiting for C. to finish up in Queen’s Room and a brief chat with Elaine McKay, (who showed us a quilted pillow of the Cunard crest), we went to stern deck to check it out.  Pub visit was next, where we watched a Beetles show, like candid camera!

At ten o’clock we went (C. still in his silk jacket) went to hear Christine Trevett sing at the Cabaret.  We sat behind stage in Grand Lounge.  After the concert we changed down for the Samba dancing at the Lido.  We danced a bit, then sat on the port side and relaxed with food and drink.  He was using his first public room privileges and when a bit drunk, he let some of his gripes out.  We separated for the night, I to cabin 4040, and he to 5231.

 Wednesday, 20 January – Montevideo, Uruguay

I awoke at seven o’clock but lay abed till 8:30, dozing and checking channel 3, which showed us very slowly approaching the harbor up the vast delta of the River Plate.  We docked an hour or so late so we were late leaving on the tours (#31), City tour and Redencion Ranch.   It was on this tour that I saw Captain Ridley, a former QE2 Master.  The ranch offered a fantastic barbeque lunch à la Uruguay and local dancing show.

When I returned from the tour I went to Lido Deck to chat with C.  He was busy so not much visiting could be done, thus I wandered up to the forward deck under the bridge to observe the surrounding harbor, including the distant Assembly House and the “monte” on which was the Fort at a high point in contrast to most of the landscape being very flat.  I had waited to see us leave port but I couldn’t remain,  since buses were returning late and C. was heading for the Pig at 6:30.  At the Pig (which I reached on my own) Gary and Phil and eventually Jim joined us.  We had little private conversations.

The ship strained to get away because of the blow and we heard the bow thrusters working hard.  Anyway we were left alone in the Pig and soon went to bow deck to look out across to the receding city shoreline, and both of us felt the thrill of the scene.  The pilot boat followed along and to our bow, we saw clouds, which I described as “disembodied mustaches.”  Hilarity immediately. 

I went to dinner and enjoyed Zuilma Hopkins (a professional singer, and voice teacher who knows Jean Allistair etc. at Glyndbourne Opera and she is a Christian Scientist!  Her husband is a wine merchant.  Ken and Harry, all these are my tablemates.  From our table I could see us heading more northerly out the vast delta with Montevideo on portside aft quarter.  I had clam chowder, lobster, Santos fish and chocolate sundae.  We adjourned to the Grand Lounge for the flute and celtic harp concert by Bettine Clemen and Kim Robertson, both Americans and very good musicians (Duo Angelica).  I then retuned to 4040 to retire.   Bettine is German, but grew up in the U.S. later, engaged to Peter Longley. 

 Thursday, 21 January – At Sea

This was a lovely day until noon, when clouds and cool rain developed.  I sat with Christine then met her again for the talks at 10:30 in the Theatre, which included Waldemar Hansen’s travel lecture, and then Captain Peter Jackson, who was master of QE2 on the Falklands mission.   We then went to lunch in the Lido where I had lime pie!  Then we had a pub lunch but I only had a salad.

Rex Hunt, former Governor of the Falklands, talked on the history of the Falkland Islands at 2:30.  When I checked on C. the weather was cold and rainy so no one needed his services.  We talked a while, then Jay from Fort Lauderdale sat with me under the eves.  He told me how to work it on standby for trans-Atlantic crossings.  Call three or so weeks before your date, pay a deposit and wait!

C. disappeared so I went to my cabin to rest, watch television and wait till six o’clock, the Pig hour!  Earlier I had shopped, getting three tins of chocolates and 2 key chains plus a mug.

At 6:15 C. took me to the Pig. Cate was there and monopolized the conversation about children.  Afterward, Gary, Neil, Cate and all left and we two went to his cabin for the evening.  I saw his purchases, pearl and glitter necklaces etc., then we waited impatiently for the 9:30 movies to begin.  We settled for “Barefoot Contessa.”  We shared his Christmas cake.

I went to the midnight buffet on my own   It seems much more simple, but it didn’t prevent me from having bits of beef, shrimp, tuna and fruit, then ice cream and chocolate mousse.  Back at the cabin I washed my hair, caught a “Campion” episode and set my clock back an hour before retiring.

 Friday, 22 January – Port Stanley, Falkland Islands

I arose late.  At nine thirty we had a brief account of WWI sea battle, which I recorded.

Then I cashed travelers checks into £35 pounds.  It was cold and cloudy on deck.  However, as the day progressed the sun came out as we neared the Falklands.  Helicopters came along side, maneuvering on each side, fore and aft.  I ran fore and aft several times just to keep up with the action.  I observed our entrance into the sound from under the Bridge.  Jets flew over at great speed, startling us greatly.  Stanley appeared over a hill, but we had to anchor a long way out!  I ate lunch at noon and went by launch to Stanley.  We could see wrecks in coves; I walked around town; dropped into the “Cathedral” made of wood, then walked along the shoreline out of town to see the war memorial, the Governor’s house, a mizzen mast from the “Great Britain,” and into a woolen shop where I bought a child’s penguin sweater, then went to flag down a local van for my trip to see penguins.  I was picked up by a local along with other interested people, and he drove us to a drop off point, where we had to walk nearly a mile past a cove with two derelict ships and eventually along areas that were wired off with signs warning of mined areas.  We reached an overlook spot where we could see the Gentoo penguins nesting and waddling along shore, right where mines were planted.  Apparently they aren’t heavy enough to detonate them!  Also, as I looked over the bluff, I spotted the anchored QE2 not far away! I walked back to a rendezvous point and was delivered back to town where we were lining up for the tenders back to the ship.

The QE2 football team (soccer) played Stanley today, but I don’t know who won.

I dressed for dinner, and enjoyed the meal of lamb rack with the English people.  Ken was unhappy about his food and a long discussion ensued about food quality and presentation.  Ken is a butcher and Zuilma’s husband is a restauranteur.  Harry is retired and travels a lot.  When we adjourned I went to the movie “Bugsy” which was very crude.  Then I thought I deserved something at the midnight buffet and chose shrimp and key lime pie.  David was my waiter – C’s former roommate.  I watched a late movie and went to bed.

 Saturday, 23 January – At Sea

I attended four lectures today, all spell-binding.  1. Magellan Straits, 2.  Falklands Forum with the three involved men, Capt. Peter Jackson, Captain James and Rex Hunt, 3. Bounty Mutineers, and 4. Zeppelins aircraft.  In between I had breakfast alone, saw C. and Helen on crisp morning Lido deck.  Had lunch with Lois from last spring and Christine plus Harry.  I bought a QE2 jacket, a nice green with the logo on it.

I chased around a bit trying to find C. and finally went to his cabin where he was preparing for his cocktail party on Lido.  Ritz dress.    After this, we met at E stairway at nine o’clock.  I had already eaten the Burns dinner of Haggis, “neeps” and “tatties,” then a Cockaleekie soup and prunes, then Dundee beef.  C. was upset all night protesting it is not Burns night!  Anyway, we went on deck and sat at the Magrodome level watching our wake and the soaring, gliding albatrosses as evening came on.  We then moseyed by his superior officers, where I met the Hotel Manager.  At ten o’clock we heard the Grand Lounge concert with Steve Ross singing cabaret type songs to his own accompaniment.  C. got us a Piña Colada each, mine virgin.  We danced in the Queen’s Room, including Gay Gordons, along with Elaine and David and all!  We ended up at the Yacht Club bar quietly talking.  At one o’clock I left him at his cabin and proceeded to mine, and bed.

 Sunday, 24 January – Straits of Magellan!

I arose at eight o’clock and reached the Lido shortly after, ready for the passage through the Straits of Magellan.  Without being specific in locations, my impressions follow.  The entrance was by a very wide and long expanse so you couldn’t actually see you were in anything.  Then we began to see distant shores either side, gradually narrowing so we could see barren cliffs and plateaus on the south – Tierra del Fuego.  The first evidence of life was a large oil station on the right side, and slow rising hills beyond.  Later came Punta Arenas, the southernmost city in the world.  It looks fairly sizeable with docks, some high-rise buildings and a cruise ship at a dock.  The sun shone for half the day.

I ate lunch at Hamburger Heaven with Christine and Marie with whom I had spent most of the morning.  Oh yes, I took Christine up to the high Funnel crew deck and up one more.  I got some great pictures from there, in spite of the 40- knot wind.  I checked with C. often as we circled around the after decks for our photos.  He slowly froze enough to put on a sweater, and mid-afternoon I had to put on another layer, and yet we froze.  At the narrowest place – English Passage – I was finally able to get photos showing land on both sides.  Then, further on, I got glaciers, Wyndham to starboard and a more impressive one earlier to port.  By six o’clock we were ready to quit, so C., having already departed to rest, Christine and Terry Waite and I parted to go below.  [This was the day and historic time when Terry Waite finally managed to sidle between Christine and me, and I got the hint and withdrew so they could be together.  He had taken a shine to her, and a year or two later, they were married.] This Terry Waite is from Yorkshire and not the famous one.

I went to dinner with my English friends plus Tamar the harpist.  While there we could see the last bits of the Tierra del Fuego archipelago and the sunset outlining the mountains with multi-colored clouds hovering above. 

At nine thirty C. and I met in Four Deck alleyway; he dressed in full kilt regalia, standing very straight and proud.  We went to the Grand Lounge – our same spot – and enjoyed a few leisure moments, then partook of the festivities and dances of the Mariner’s Ball.  I received a souvenir compass. Various cruise staff members came in costume.  C. and I danced a lot – all sorts and someone trod on my toe!  C. is a very good dancer and tried to get me to relax and follow him.  He danced with other guests and June Applebee – introducing her to me.  We three had a nice chat as the dance ended.  When she left he took my hand and tried to explain his obligations to please passengers by dancing – as though he thought I would be jealous.  At 12:30 we headed down E. Stairway to Four Deck where we parted

The seas have been rougher, as we entered the Pacific Ocean and gales.  Not really bad though.  During dinner I could see the long expanse of rugged mountains all along the southern shore of the Strait.  It reminded me of a very long woodsman’s hand saw, peak after peak.  Of course, down south this far it is light early and late.  Hard to realize it is their summer since we froze all day!

 Monday, 25 January – Pacific Ocean

This day was cold, rainy and lumpy!   One Deck Lido was officially closed so C. helped out with buffets.  I ate breakfast with Marie Harrison in the low ceiling bit, then went to the Hansen lecture on Chile, followed by one on Fletcher Christian and family after the mutiny on the Bounty..  I also slept a little in each!

I had lunch with Christine, Marie and friends.  C. was busy all around.  I retreated to my cabin and literally slept all afternoon till five thirty, when C. phoned and with his two parties, we decided nothing for tonight.  I watched television in the cabin, then went to dinner at eight.  Tamar was there too.  I saw the late movie “Enchanted April” in the Theatre, then headed back down for bed.  I was also slightly woosy this morning, hence sleep I guess.

Tuesday, 26 January – Puerto Montt, Chile.

After breakfast with Christine, we went to get the launch.  C. had gone ahead and was waiting by his bus, the last to load and leave.  We sat together fairly far back.  He slept as we went from Puerto Varas up to Petrohue Falls.  At Emerald Lake we walked to the black sand beach dock, just being tourists.  At lunch we sat with Bart and the man in charge of the tour.  I ate cheese puffs, salmon, veggies, ice cream and fruit.  C. drank my wine and the special drink.  We then enjoyed the lovely view of the volcano and shores of the lake.  I met Mrs. Woodall, the Captain’s wife, as we sat on a long bench in the sun.  She is tall and very gracious.  She and C. recalled scenes from Japan.  On the way back we stopped at a high overlook and took photos of QE2 as she lay anchored in the bay. 

Back at Puerto Montt, we two strolled by the many sidewalk shops and made purchases.  We returned to the ship by launch after five o’clock.

I had salmon and lobster bisque plus terrine and ice cream sundae for dinner.  C. met me at E. Stairway, dressed in greenish trousers and lighter shirt with pink and green tie.  We went to the Steve Ross concert in the Theatre.  He laughed heartily at the Noel Coward song “Why do the Wrong People Cruise and the Right ones Stay at Home?” (An Elaine Stritch routine.)  We sat in second row on the right side of the balcony, commenting that it’s a familiar place.  Piña Coladas in Yacht Club Bar.  We chatted with Zuilmah and Jim plus others of C.’s friends, then went back to my cabin for a brief time.  He left in two minutes for sleep!  Fun Day.

 Wednesday, 27 January – At Sea

I said my good mornings to C. before breakfast, and he was watching a blackish bird bouncing on the waves of the pool with an early swimmer.  The morning was balmy and cloudy, but later brightened and scads of people came out, creating busy work for Helen, Giles and C.  Poor Helen at one point acted hurt when I hugged Giles, so I must make it up to her – shortly thereafter hugging her!    I ate breakfast with Ken  ? and eventually went to the Van Gogh lecture then the wonderful hour and a half talk on the Ocean Liners by Captain Peter Jackson!

I found Christine and Margaret Yehuda for lunch of fudge cake and ice cream.  Christine cried a bit when we asked her about her sister.  I hugged her and told her she’s loved by God and is not alone!  She felt comforted I think.

Charles Sach’s films and talk on the “Titanic” was full of artifacts etc. and very informative.  I found Christine for tea and Terry joined us in Queen’s Room for about an hour, whence she departed for a special facial.  She says she has a £500 on board credit.

When I returned to see C, he shooed me away because a crisis was going on.  I made myself scarce after enjoying the sun and breeze, and back at my cabin C. phoned me to explain it will be a late deck day.  I puttered with my loot and watched “Brigadoon.”  Marie Harrison leaves tomorrow.

I discovered I can plug the shower with a small plastic cup and sit down in four or more inches of water! 

Mombasa – Southampton Part 2 1992 

Tuesday, 31 March.  Istanbul 

My first act of the day was to check on C.  I quickly noticed his ringless hands as he spoke with security on the phone.  He then told me he and Graham were robbed last night by two men who claimed they were police.  He is still quite shaken but grateful he still has his little finger, since they couldn’t get that ring off, and one of the robbers talked the other out of biting it off! 

I then ate breakfast upstairs and departed on the tender for my tour of the Hippodrome, Santa Sophia and Bazaar.  I latched on to Glen Smith from Namibia and his friend Theresa, for the shopping, coming away with a bracelet, .and at $20 Turkish prayer rug depicting the “Niche.”  The hounding vendors never gave up!  We were back at the ship a little after one o’clock.  I had lunch at Hamburger Heaven.   Fernando asked me what happened to C. and I saw him pat his back in sympathy as I returned upstairs for dessert.  I sat with Vicki and her Mom eating Espresso ice cream.  Clark sat with us too a while.  Vicki’s Mom and I talked a long time re: her childhood in China and Eric Liddle who was her Sunday School teacher out there. [This is in reference to the movie “Chariots of Fire.”  Eric Liddle was the Olympic runner who had conflict with his religious beliefs when a race he was to run was scheduled for a Sunday.]

As we prepared to weigh anchor and depart, I went to the fantail to observe the beautiful Istanbul skyline.  I chatted at the rail with Susan and Leon from New York.  I read a while in my cabin, and then dressed formal for dinner.  I arrived as Florence was winding up and Glen was just starting.  Al and Peg arrived soon after and we all compared our day at the Bazaar.

I returned to my cabin and C. arrived at nine o’clock, exhausted and hot.  We talked over the episode and he poured out his concerns and upset.  The Dr. had talked with him longer than usual and we agreed that the feeling of violation is like a rape-victim.  This opened up for a good cleansing, deep and long discussion.

Wednesday, 1 April: Athens, Greece (Piraeus)

I ate breakfast with Mary and we went ashore to take tour 109.  We covered the harbors of Piraeus, Temple of Zeus in Athens, the Acropolis, lunch at Hotel de la Bretagne, then went out to Sounion to see the Temple to Poseidon.  Lovely shore road there and back by five.  I re-boarded the ship and stayed in my cabin.  I watched our departure on Channel 3, then prepared for dinner – Formal again.

Thursday, 2 April – Messina, Sicily.

Clocks retarded one hour.

The ship is due at one o’clock in Messina.  I attended the Waldemar Hanson lecture on Messina, Naples and so on, then the art lecture.  I left early to see us enter the Strait of Messina where Sylla and Charybdis governed the currents.  A beautiful sight of mountains on both sides in clear sunshine and blue sky, greeted me.

I ate lunch on One Deck Lido with Frank and Marion plus Mary,and then set out to tour the island of Sicily.  We went up to the top of the ridge to see both sides, views of Messina and volcanoes,  and returned around the north side.

We were back on the ship by five thirty.  C. had arranged for our splendid meal, but first he took me to the Pig where I saw Gary and James Bonner, plus other friends – Nicola for one.   I sang the “Lorelei” for the gang in the Pig, and then C. and I went to his deck to clean up.  I waited in the cabin for the food, which came in great quantity, melon, lobster vegetables, salad and apple pie à la mode in duplicate!  We had a delightful time consuming as much as we could – he concentrated on the lobster Thermador and I on the veggies.  I looked out the porthole in the dark, hoping to catch a glimpse of Stromboli but alas, it must have been on Starboard, not Port!

Friday,  3 April – Naples, Italy.

I took the Herculaneum tour in the morning and was back at the ship by one o’clock.  I had lunch with Mary, and then  took my music to One Deck Lido, hoping to learn a bit more.  The sun was out by then and though cool, it was comfortable in the sun.

At five thirty C. went off work so I returned to the cabin to await Pig time at six o’clock.  We did go to the Pig where I saw James, Gary, Nicola and others.  We parted at seven o’clock and I went to dinner. 

Saturday, 4 April: – Monte Carlo, Monaco.

I went ashore with Mary.  The ship is anchored off shore and is being held at cross- waves by a tugboat, which is tossing bravely while it tries to keep us in position.  Sometimes it has to go to the other side to hold our swing.  I visited the Jardin Exotique way up top of the cliffs, a rather long climb but well worth it, because the views of the Mediterranean and the ship were magnificent in brilliant sunshine.

However, when I was chatting with C. on the aft deck back on board, he said we may have to move to smoother waters before scheduled departure.  James Bonner came down for a break and invited C. and me to his cabin for a drink.  We went and enjoyed a quiet time with them.  They both can’t wait for their leave on April 9.

C. phoned me to say he doesn’t think we can get back to shore, because the tenders are bobbing so much.  When I looked out, sure enough, there they were on hold! – full of passengers!

Captain Woodall came on the Tannoy saying all shore trips are cancelled, so I changed down to shirt and silk blouse and we went to the Pig hand in hand.  Gary, Nicola, James and two others joined us.  C. got a Columbia menu and we had a hilarious time choosing what we want in the cabin.  “We have two things against us!   1. There is no light and we’re both over 50!”  That made all howl and later I asked if the show was worth the price of admission.  More howls!

I returned to my cabin, C. slipping a $20 to Ben and our order. (In retrospect, I wonder if this was big Ben or little Ben, as these two guys were later called.)

We waited in the cabin watching television till the food came.  We settled in the sitting area, C. set up a tipsy table with his Arab head dress as a tablecloth, and we savored our beef and venison, tomato mousse, cake and petit fours – baked potato too.  Yum!

At one point we went on deck to see Monaco by night and noticed the screws were turning to keep us from dragging ashore in the swells.  Earlier we had gone on to the fo’castle deck to check on the launches.  They were still floating and waiting.

 The swells are HUGE!

Sunday, 5 April – Ville Franche:  hesitating.

What a night this was!!  About 70 passengers and crew were stranded in Monte Carlo because of the high waves, and were put up in hotels and delivered to the ship today at Ville Franche, France.   Meanwhile, the ship had left Monaco around one in the morning, but had to go slowly along the coast – halting to let the tenders catch up and eventually bring the passengers home.  This delay has caused us to arrive late in Malaga tomorrow alas, so our great day at Granada will be cancelled.

I saw C. briefly as Jason related his overnight story, then C. went to rest a bit because he had been serving bouillon to the home-comers and the weather is so rainy, there is little activity outside.  I went to the shops, which are very busy now and bought a scarf and T-shirt of the ’92 World Cruise.  I then went to the Princess Grill starboard bar to read a book overlooking dark grey sea.

I had lunch at Hamburger Heaven and briefly chatted with C.  We decided simply to walk around Malaga and eat lunch tomorrow so, after dessert alone, I cancelled my $88 tour.  I then attended Waldemar;s talk on Spain, then after a brief chat with Al and Peg Anderson, I attended the auction and bought $20 worth of tickets – and lost of course.

The aft deck is all cleared for the storm and the deck chairs are piled under the roof area.  The ship is rolling quite a bit, the most so far!

I went to the final World Cruise Society cocktail party.  C. stood with Elaine McKay, so I photographed both of them, C. in his Ritz suit!  The Queens Room was decorated with ice sculptures, tables in many places with all sorts of shrimp, caviar, wings, veggies and so on.  We were served champagne and orange juice.  A huge cake depicting the World map and the 1993 route was on display.  Captain Woodall spoke to us briefly, then I left.   Saw Manual, and Nicola spoke to me.  I then went to dinner and attended the cabaret performance, then to bed.

Monday, 6 April – Malaga, Spain.

I was on deck by 8:30.  We were passing by the Spanish shoreline with the high snow-clad Sierra Nevada Mountains behind the coastal range.  The sky was cloudy, by the time we hit Malaga, but the sun peeped through and was bright for our whole stay.  It was most interesting to see the tugs towing QE2 astern into the narrow harbor and then pushing her sideways into the outer dock.  I watched it all from the fantail.  For a moment C. scared me by saying his leave was cancelled because they couldn’t get into the harbor.  We were both relieved when we saw us go in – even if backwards!

We went off together after two o’clock, then took a taxi way up to the Parador-Gibralfaro, where we had a fabulous lunch overlooking all of Malaga.  You could see the bullring, the ship and harbor, and the Cathedral.  I had gazpacho and paella, plus three tiny crèmes caramels  

After lunch (6802 Pesetas) we walked through the lovely Spanish decorated restaurant and on down the very rugged path along the castle walls – very rocky and precarious with lovely panoramic views at every turn.  At the bottom we looked at the outside of the cathedral and then hired a horse and buggy back to the ship.  The driver stopped at the roundabout fountain to photograph us, then proceeded onward.  A Cunard tour bus passed at that moment!  Smiles and waves!

QE2 left the dock at 6:30 by being pulled sideways by two tugs aft and two forward.  We then went out on our own, heading west toward the Strait of Gibraltar, which we passed around ten o’clock.  I had stayed in my cabin through dinner, and ate the cold potato and some cheese and crackers.  All I could see when I went on windy, rainy deck, were lights of a town to the north with a three beam flashing lighthouse and to the south, a light-house single beam.  Lots of ships were going our way and others to port, heading East.  I retreated back to my cabin and went to bed, having retarded my clock.

Tuesday, 7 April – Lisbon, Portugal.

I was up on deck in time to see us go up the Tagus River past the Belem Tower and Monument to Henry the Navigator, the suspension bridge and the Tall monument and figure of Jesus- like the one in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.  I sat with Mary at breakfast.  I joined my morning tour shortly thereafter and spent the day seeing the local sights.

We returned around five o’clock and I rested a bit.  C. phoned, so I joined him as we watched the ship turn around and proceed under the bridge.   At six o’clock we went to the Pig, then to his cabin to see what he has packed.  I asked him to send me home, so he delivered me.  I bathed and hit the sack.

Wednesday, 8 April.

Tony Bennett did not perform last night because he wasn’t feeling well, and the ship was pitching and rolling anyway. His schedule to perform was shifted to this afternoon, causing the cancellation of the Talent Show.  Okay by me.  We had heavy seas, and I felt woosey anyway.  [This is not surprising since we are crossing the notorious Bay of Biscay!]  I slept and rested most of the morning, rising to attend the last bit of the Cunard World Club cocktail party.  I went to lunch with Mary.  While there, C.  came in and asked me to choose what we want from the evening menu.  He is cold but won’t put on a jacket.  I went to the taffrail and vocalized.  C. and a guest were there.  I did “Lorelei” for Alan, and then C. sang his naughty song for us.  At three o’clock he left to check the leave roster so I went with him to forward crew area.  August 23 – September 27.

I sat for thirty minutes or so on aft deck with Jason and Alan.  The sun came out. 

Sir James Saville of “Let Jimmy Fix It” fame on BBC gave his show tonight.  I watched it on channel 2.  C. took me to the Pig for the usual gathering.  James wasn’t there, but he had earlier come up from aft crew section to kiss me goodbye.  We eventually returned to my cabin and he ordered our special salmon dinner from Ben.  We watched “Henry V” till the feast arrived, and then watched “Fawlty Towers.”   When all was dark and I was ready to turn in for the night, I couldn’t get to sleep so I looked out my porthole and saw the crescent moon in the West and a relatively calm sea reflecting its light.   We are churning along.  I’m sorry it’s my last night.  What an incredible voyage, though.  Ten Countries and 11 Ports!  All these ports in the Med gave rise to calling QE2 the ferry!

 Thursday, 9 April – Southampton

I was awake very early and saw us entering the Solent – still dark.  Later I spied a red tug aft of my porthole.  We turned around and were docked by 6:30.  Breakfast in Columbia Restaurant, then had to wait a long till finally I disembarked on my own after ten o’clock.  I met C. long after that, and we went to the Red Star Parcels and Archers Hotel, since the Ambassador Hotel has been sold.  Farewell good ‘ole Queen Elizabeth 2.  You are the best!

QUEEN ELIZABETH 2

MOMBASA, KENYA TO SOUTHAMPTON

MARCH 1992

CABIN 4174

 Thursday, 10 March – Nairobi, Kenya to Mombasa by air.

We were flown from Nairobi to Mombasa this evening in a fairly compact plane, which gave us quite a few bumps and heaves.  The single people were taken directly to the QE2, which was a welcome last minute change.  We had to walk the length of the ship past scads of trinket vendors vying for our business, but we trudged on, going aboard on Four Deck, between A and B stairwells.  A fine young man named Keith Sterling took us first to the Manifest desk where we gave up our Passports and received cabin assignments.  Keith then took me to cabin 4174, which is a twin with bathtub and porthole.  Under the porthole is a sofa, completing the dresser and mirror for an almost separate room.  Three closets, a frig, and television without VCR complete the cozy picture.  My friend, C., came to the cabin and greeted me, announcing he had been waiting for me at the hotel alas! 

As usual we talked constantly getting caught up on his life and mine, and soon we went to his cabin, 530 to show me his loot.  Wow! Silks galore, china and cutlery.  He modeled two suit coats, a white mandarin necked one, and navy double breasted, which he had ordered when in Hong Kong. Pretty impressive!

 Friday, 20 March – Mombasa, Kenya

After my morning tour and lunch, I looked up C. who is very hot and busy.  Lunch was spent with Mary and a delightful couple from South Africa, Jane and Stephen.  They are horticulturists and full of fun.  She loves jellies and we consumed them!

I bathed and washed my hair, paid for the excursions, unpacked my bag, which finally arrived, then went to sit on Lido deck to be near C. who continues to sweat and work non-stop.  Near five o’clock, C. said he is going to shower, so next time I saw him was at the Cocktail party, where he presided over the smooth running affair.  He introduced me to Tony Martin the singer with the band.  The South African couple found Mary Lord and me, and we joked together till it was time for me to go dinner.  My table 208 has an Australian couple, Mr. Smith from Namibia (originally S.A.) and two American ladies.  I hope it gets more fun! 

Saturday, 21 March – At Sea

I awoke at seven o’clock and had breakfast with Mary and two gals from Hawaii.  I attended the lecture on Egypt.  Saw Jane and Stephen at “elevensies.” Then at 10:30 we had boat drill!

 Mary, Jane, Steve and I ate lunch together in the Lido area.  The muggy air has cooled and soft breeze turned into wind.  I walked the deck a bit, but stopped to sit with Mary a long time. Checked on C.,  and he had a bit of time to tell me about his fabulous dinner in Bombay and other places, Hong Kong, Bali etc. and seeing old acquaintances.

At 2:30 I attended a talk by Herbert Kaplow, the CBS newsman.  After tea on One Deck Lido, I returned to my cabin and watched a spy movie.  At dinner I had salmon, then met C. at nine o’clock by the Computer Centre and Graham from Hong Kong joined us in the Pig, then at the exclusive new “club.” upstairs.  This was quiet.  We went back to the Pig and endured very loud music while seeing various friends; Sheila, Neil, Gary, Robert etc.  Finally I got C. to take me back while Graham remained. 

 Sunday, 22 March – At Sea

I had breakfast with my neighbors.  I then spent some time in Princess Grill Lounge 2 reading by myself, and then I attended the church service.  At lunch I sat with Mary, Jean and Julie, then Jane joined us.  She really is trying to shake off Stephen, although he is her husband.

Jane and I attended the two lectures on Egyptian history and Jewish history and the history of the Suez Canal.  We then went to One Deck Lido for tea.  I also spent some time alone on Boat Deck watching the sunset and walking around sun deck in complete solitude.  I decided to pass up dinner entirely, so I settled into my cabin for television and a bath, and then waited for C. who came after nine o’clock dressed in his Ritz outfit.  We relaxed in the sitting area, determining what tours he will try for, then I gave him his presents.  He really likes the shorts.  He left shortly thereafter for a good night’s sleep.  I watched more television.

 Monday, 23 March – Red Sea

We have been in the Red Sea all day, and ships are passing on outward journeys.  I awoke nearly five o’clock, because of the retarded hour this morning.  When I couldn’t sleep again I got up at seven and headed for One Deck Lido to study my music.  I stayed till nearly 8:30 then ate breakfast with the Hawaii gals on port side.  I returned to my study session until time for the lectures at 10:30 on Suez, Egypt and Israel.  Jane and Stephen joined me and we went to lunch together, Steve arriving much later.

I attended the Country Fayre in the Grand Lounge and spent $5.00 on a chance for a boat ride on the Norfolk Broads.  No luck!

I relaxed in my cabin till teatime when I headed for C’s place.  The temperature has cooled considerably and white caps abound.  Mary Lord arrived and we talked a while.  She showed me her cabin and I reciprocated by inviting her to view mine.

Dinner was better because Florence wasn’t there!  I met C. and Graham at the Computer Center again and we went to the Pig.  C. had his Ritz tails on.  Simeone tore his shirt.  We stayed a long time. When C showed Graham the alley and his cabin, Graham and I found our way back because C. had to get to bed fast!

 Tuesday, 24 March – Red Sea

This is another beautiful day at sea, and I enjoyed doing my usual drifting.  I attended the lecture on the Riddle of the Sphinx – a history of Egypt.  I then joined Jane and Steve for lunch.  The annual Country Fayre took place in the Grand Lounge with lots of booths and chances.  I bought one for a boat ride on the Norfolk Broads and lost.  [As I am typing this in 2009, I find I have repeated in my journal back in 1992.  I don’t know now which day the fair took place.]

An interdepartmental tug of war took place on the Helicopter deck so C. joined me for that.  He then went off duty and to bed early.  I returned to my cabin somewhat ill anyway and after a hot bath and television, I bundled into bed and slept.  We anchored at some time during the night off Port Suez.

 Wednesday, 25 March – Suez Canal Transit.

I awoke at five- thirty to see we were already moving toward the Suez Canal entrance, so I hastened on deck just as we were entering and passing a beautiful Mosque.  I took lots of pictures all day of desolate desert, oasis, ships, sands, settlements etc. while visiting with Mary at breakfast and lunch, parked at a table by the aft windows, where we could see everything passing by.  When we arrived at Port Said we were nudged by two big tugs into a sort of parking space – to be moored fore and aft.  However, the maneuver took more than an hour! 

Thursday, 26 March – Port Said and Cairo, Egypt.

C. phoned me early to join him on deck where he was eating a hasty breakfast and getting organized for the day.  We then proceeded to Five Deck forward to catch the local launch, a rather stylized varnished little boat.  I had to pass through a gauntlet of vendors and a detecting machine and more vendors before reaching the street where a band was playing.  We found bus eleven, met the guide and settled our stuff in separate seats.  As soon as the bus was full and we were on our way, C. asked the guide if he could switch and sit with me.  (He was on the trip acting as the host for Cunard.)  The land tour account is in my other book, but suffice it to say we had a great time seeing and experiencing everything.  C. had to hold up the Cunard placard and count noses all the time.  Giza was the best when we crawled into and out of Cheops’ tomb and rode camels. Actually this camel ride was scary because we two mounted separate camels, aided by the owners, and they led us away from the crowd into a dip in the desert.  The two men then proceeded to ask us for the money they wanted, having previously agreed on a couple of dollars.  Since neither C. nor I had single dollars, and I only had two $20 dollar bills, they would not let us go until we had given them the two bills.  They then led us back to the main tourist area, and we were allowed to dismount.  I definitely was spooked and it took time for me to calm down! 

Lunch was in a very posh hotel, the Mana House, gilt and with maroon damask; almost Moroccan said he – marble halls.  We reacted to all the traffic jams and maneuvering with “horrored” humor!  The return was very quiet along part of the Suez Canal with police escorts.  I loved seeing the canal from shore as well as on board the ship.  The ships passed majestically along the desert!!

We parted for late eating upon return through the same gauntlet, detector, etc.

Friday, 27 March – Haifa, Israel – Jerusalem.

C. phoned me near 7:45 so I went to the gangway while he tracked down his pass.  We got to bus ten eventually and had to sit several rows back.  The best that can be said for today was that our tour to Jerusalem and Bethlehem was scenically lovely, but with him having to hold up the rear of the party and us all, being crushed up the Via Dolorosa, it was hard for us to be together.  We did have a nice lunch at the Jaromme Jerusalem Hotel with six other people at our table.  The ride back was more fun as we discussed the day and our political feelings about Israel.  We shared our inner feelings about Jesus’ sufferings, is prompted by the crowds and his progress up the Via Dolorosa with the cross and my experience in the sepulcher.  We shared skepticism about specific places.

Saturday, 28 March: Haifa & tour to Nazareth

I took my tour to Nazareth and was back by two o’clock.  I joined Mary, Joe and wife for lunch.   Again the day tour is in my other book.   I wrote a letter in my cabin then went for tea on One Deck Lido.  C. told me about a chef that got beaten up.  The ship left port backwards, being towed astern by a tug.  I had noticed this being done to a Freighter before us.

Sunday, 29 March – Rhodes:

I had breakfast with Mary and Vicki’s mom.  We sat with Herbert Kaplow.  When the ship shuddered to a stop we realized we were already at Rhodes.  I went ashore in a noon launch, walked around the harbor to photograph “home” and took the Lindos tour.  Rain, then clear. 

I was back at the ship by 5:30, and I shared my day’s activities with C.  I showed him the nice Rhodes mugs, and then went to dinner at seven o’clock, the main entreé being swordfish.  I left by 8:15 to see “Lion in Winter” in the Theatre.  I awoke several times during the night and looked out to see land, the Dardanelles.  Some say we stopped a while.

QUEEN ELIZABETH 2 TRANS ATLANTIC CROSSING

June 6 – 11, 1991, Cabin 1080

Sunday, 9 June.  New York.

Greg Cooke hailed me a taxi near nine o’clock and I was duly delivered to the Passenger Ship Terminal at Pier 90 by 9:15.  I spent a little time watching for C. on the crew gangway, and then decided to take pictures of the QE2 from the bow position.  On the way back I saw him and Muredach waving to me from the stem area.  With a return wave and a picture of them there, I went to street level to meet C.  We went to a pub-restaurant near the ship to sit and talk a blue streak.  He had broken his arm in a deck slip, but is well on the mend.  He is now supervisor of the decks – several eating places – Sun deck, One Deck Hamburger Heaven and so on.  He is happy with the change.

I called Cunard for an interview and got the run-around re: Southampton is the place for interviews.  After a while Muredach arrived for a short stay.  Eventually C. and I walked to a shore repair shop where he left a new pair of white shoes for non-skid soles.  We then walked to the Marriott and got a taxi for Tavern on the Green.  We took a horse cab ride through Central Park, and then ate at the restaurant mentioned above. 

It would appear the ship actually had an overnight in port, a very rare occasion these days, and I had to wait to embark the next day!

 Monday, 10 June, New York Harbor.

Greg and Karen put me in a special private car and I was delivered to the Passenger Ship Terminal at 50^th Street before 9:30, whereupon I was able to get rid of my two bags immediately.  I then went to the top and walked the whole length of the dock observing the QE2 moored on her starboard side this time.  This was due to the many navy ships moored all along the harbor for the big celebrations.  I stood about in various places till just after one o’clock when I noticed some people were embarking early.  I joined the queue and found it was for World Cruise members, for which I qualify!   I went aboard well before 1:30 and settled into cabin 1080.  Almost immediately came a familiar knock on the door and it was C. with a lovely bouquet of pink carnations and daisies.  A sweet welcome card accompanied it. 

I followed him aft to the One Deck fantail area.  For some reason things looked different; there are round umbrella tables around the pool.  C. put on his new white jacket with purple and gold embroidered epaulettes, looking very handsome.  We went up to the Magrodome  area to see the new purple carpet and chairs, then on to the new Princess Grill II – also done with dominant purple.  Here I took a photo of C. and he took one of me.  On we went to the Casino, which is significantly different with new partitions, more free space, and guess what – purple!  A new etched -glass scene is reminiscent of the ship, Queen Mary.

C. had to return to his post, so we parted briefly, and  I checked on my bags, which hadn’t come yet.  I had a lime and soda drink “on the house.”  Lots of helicopters were returning to the aircraft carrier, next to us.  It was beastly hot waiting outside, but I managed to enjoy the little chats we had at the taffrail.  His helpers are John Drury (a joker) and two Portuguese guys who are fun.  Eventually I had tea and cakes at three -thirty. 

Finally we left the dock a little after four o’clock, and although I observed some of the departure from New York harbor, I missed the backing away from the Pier.  I heard the whistle in the distance and hurried back to hear it, as I said, “Oh I missed my horn.”  John Douglas really kidded me about that, and we joked about it as I amended my word to “whistle.”  Ha Ha. 

The bags had come so I finished settling in, took a shower and returned to C, who was about to quit work.  I went to dinner at 7:30.  Table 251 in Columbia – around by the forward partition to what used to be the Kosher dining area.  Ian is the immigration officer and an interesting man.  A couple from Encino, Sam and Ruth Eller, sat to my left and two ladies;  “Scot” and Elizabeth came a little later.  My waiter is Michael.  Jürgen introduced himself.  I had a salad and halibut, and left at 8:30 to meet C. at my cabin.  On the way out I saw John Douglas again.  Oh yes, Muredach is a host in Columbia and looks grand in his black suit, purple waistcoat and tie.  C’s tie is like a preacher’s collar under a turned down shirt collar.  This has the embroidered yellow and purple motif.

Around midnight I went out to walk the decks.  Sun Deck: starboard Boat Deck; the Computer room – 5 Deck and so on.  I caught a bit of the Grand Lounge dancing.  At midnight I had a bit to eat at the buffet as well.  Lime pie!   At present it is the new 3:15 a.m. and I’m not tired.  Did a bit of listening to my pieces to learn.

Tuesday, 11 June.

I made myself get up at nine o’clock, and after dressing I checked on C. at Lido deck.  He really works constantly and is amazing in efficiency.  The sun shined all day and the air was balmy.  I really didn’t do much all day, but managed to listen to a tape and study the music as I sat near the pool.  I had lunch at the Magrodome, salad and two key lime pie pieces.  During the afternoon I was very lazy and slept.  Again I went to see C. as he and colleagues cleaned up after tea.  While there David came by to chat.  I went to prepare for the cocktail party and lounge in my cabin.  I wandered to various places to photograph the newly done Card Room and Casino – through Mauretania and so on.

John Douglas phoned me to say I’ve been placed at table 316, the Captain’s Table!  At the cocktail party, over which C. as presiding, he showed me a letter naming him something of the month; a $100 bonus and presentation to take place the 17^th.  He’s aglow!  I met Captain Woodall and really did enjoy the meal with the new people and him.  Alvin is my waiter now.

I left dinner after my roast beef course to meet C. at my cabin.  He was a bit late, so I had to wait in G Stairway, since he had my key.  We wanted to watch a video but we couldn’t make it work, so we talked instead.  He told me about his leave in Asia.  He loves Thailand.  At one point we went on deck and heard some of the floor show. 

 Wednesday, 12 June

I arose after nine o’clock and went on Lido deck to see you know who.  I stayed till noon learning my music, as C. would flit in and out, doing his jobs.  I then decided to do my corridor walking up and down from Five Deck on to One Deck.  During that time I came across Mary Blair on Four Deck.  We chatted a while then on and upward I went.  I ate lunch with an elderly man from Newcastle – a Geordie – and later Grace Etchison sat with me.  We walked around a bit till the interview with Staff Captain in Grand Lounge.

Docking in New York costs $160,000 – WOW!

I watched a bit of the Irving Berlin show, and then went back to the Lido One Deck.  C. was stewing because tea hadn’t arrived yet.  Oh yes, I saw Gary at lunch in the Lido.

I puttered in the cabin till dinner at seven o’clock. when  I joined my tablemates at 316 and had salmon.  A junior officer, Mr. Grant came late with apologies from the Captain because it is still foggy and he doesn’t leave the bridge.  At 10:30 or so I went to the aft rail and did some singing.  Two young guys from the Princeton Chorus talked with me, as did a security guard on his rounds below.  It is 11:30 and so to bed.

 Thursday, 13 June

C. phoned me at 7:45 to apologize for missing our usual trip to the Pig.  He fell asleep near nine and didn’t wake till 12:30.  Anyway, I went to see him on deck and we talked in the little room there, more like a large closet with towels and deck equipment.

I slept a bit, then did the immigration bit with Ian.  I then went to buy a copy of the video, “The Only Way to Cross.”  C. then had me go to the Grand Lounge to meet a cruise staff American, who told me he was interviewed in New York.  He has no computer skills.  He was doing the horse moving for the horse races.

Lunch at the Magrodome was next and I sat at two tables, plus I missed my lime pie!  I found Grace Etchison and when she was finished she helped me with my Gershwin songs in her cabin, then Midships Lounge.  I followed that with a visit to One Deck Lido for a long while to learn my music. I shopped and bought two Crummels boxes on sale.

I dressed for dinner, using the long black skirt with the pink dress top.  Ate by myself at dinner, and managed to finish in forty minutes.  C. phoned at 8:45 and I met him near the computer room for the pub visit.  Gary, Mary, James and others were there.  Finally, C. and I left to see “Pretty Woman” in my cabin.

 Friday, 15 June.

I arose close to ten o’clock.  Again it is foggy and damp.  Not much activity on One Deck Lido.  C.was elsewhere,  so I merely passed through and up to the Queens Room starboard side to read. I ate lunch at the Lido with a young English couple and the Austins.  Rehearsal for the Talent Show at 2:30 – tenuous!  Petula Clark is on board for two shows and I attended her interview in the Grand Lounge.  [Note:  At one point during this crossing, I managed a nice chat with her about family life and a professional life, while we two stood aft overlooking the ship’s wake.]

I packed my suitcases and returned to the Lido for tea with a woman from Canada, who was a war bride.  I also ate dinner in the usual accelerated fashion.  At dessert time, I went to sit with Grace who has been alone all during the voyage. She laughed a lot!  James had come earlier to convey the message from C. that he would be at 1080 at nine o’clock, so I returned by that time.  He came and showed me the pictures of his leave in Thailand and Hong Kong. Also he had some photos of his Halloween party.

C. asked permission to attend the Talent Show and when it was denied, I dressed up and he helped with the finishing touches like the sash and a corsage made from the bouquet he had given me on Monday.  I then performed both songs for him a capella.  He really liked it. 

This was a strange time to have the Talent Show, but at 11:30 at night, I sang only the “Lorelei” from Gershwin’s Broadway musical, “Pardon My English,” and was glad.  [Note: Several years down the way, I think this was the time they held the Talent Show in the Disco, which at that time was aft and adjacent to the Lido.] I talked with Grace a bit in Queen’s Room afterward, then headed to the cabin.  I talked with a man who also sang.  He is from new Tiverton, so we talked canals.  I packed some more and was in bed by two o’clock in the morning.  I couldn’t sleep, however.

 Saturday, 15 June

I was up just after nine o’clock, and went to see C. on One Deck Lido.  He was busy writing the job description.  He asked me about the show.  I then simply wandered about seeking out my Mauretania friends.  Tony Bursey took me to task for ignoring him last night, Sorry!  I also saw Matthew who gave me his parents’ address and encouraged me to contact them for a canal boat ride.  Muredach was clearly missing from his special dining room inside.  I sat a bit in Princess Grill 1 Lounge while I did some reading.  It is undiscovered and so quiet, and is almost secretively located opposite the Stairway C One Deck access area to the lower decks, which house the Doctor’s Office and Hospital as well as the Six Deck “gym.”

I sat a long time in the Grand Lounge waiting for Grace and/or Arlene.  I participated in the Quiz and got 16 questions out of twenty right on British subjects.  I then ate lunch in the Columbia Restaurant for a change, and gave the tips, said goodbye to my tablemates and then went in search of C.  I stayed on aft deck as we moved around the outside of the Isle of Wight and into the Solent.  Oodles of sailboats were racing with reefed mainsails, but spinnakers set for the downward tack.  Fernando gave me a red balloon to release in the channel.  We also watched two tugs maneuvering for the drag.  There was much throwing of lines from the Docking Deck and securing them on the large capstans.

Fernando kindly went to awaken C. for me because he had fallen asleep for an hour, which turned into three hours, which he sorely needed.  When he came to my cabin all clean and ready for the evening ordeal, we went to his cubbyhole on One Deck Lido to chat and relax.  We talked about our plans two weeks hence, possible ideas and general chitchat.  When the announcement came for me to leave, we hugged and said our goodbyes.  I then disembarked.

N.B.

After typing this up, I realized I have made not one observation of weather and water, which shows me how much I was “mesmerized” by one person and unaware of anything outside the ship.  However, if there had been any real action, I would have recorded it.

QUEEN ELIZABETH 2,  WESTBOUND CROSSING,  Cabin 2113  November 4 – 9, 1990

 Sunday, 4 November, 1990 – Southampton

At the Ambassador Hotel, while we (Nancy, Diane and the DeGaetanos) awaited the time to embark Queen Elizabeth 2, I met Robert DeGaetano who is a concert pianist.  We talked about music, naturally.

We shared a taxi directly to the Terminal and I was able to board after a wait and receiving my cabin assignment #2113.  This is the cabin Walter Moffat had in July on my way over from San Diego last spring.  I walked aboard, deposited my “hand luggage” and found my bags had already been delivered outside the cabin.

I first saw friend C. as he was walking down the steps toward Yacht Club bar.  He is now assigned to the Midships Bar again.  I eventually went to Midships Bar and sat near the computer so he and I could catch a little conversation.  He got me a pink fruit punch.  I managed to deliver a note with my cabin number on it, because this booking was a last minute happening.  Briefly, during the Summer I had left England for a trip with Nadine to Germany, and upon my return, when asked how long I was going to stay in England, my answer brought up the fact that most of my previous visit time was still counting, and not being allowed more than six months within a year’s time, I had to leave by the beginning of November.  Thus, I had to activate my open ticket and had to book this November sailing or fly home.  Cunard said they didn’t have a single available in my category for the amount of my open ticket, so the upshot was that I had to pay $1000 extra, and thus secured this posh cabin, which is a Columbia grade one.

I unpacked my bags and settled in, then went to dinner at seven o’clock.  I am at table 211 right by the Starboard windows, and sitting with Phyllis and George from Baltimore and eventually Erik, a German-American from Chicago.  I tried to get my whole dinner finished in an hour.  Nick (my waiter on the way over), recognized me and hugged me.  The other waiter is Kim who must be from Hong Kong.

At eight o’clock I went with C. to 2 Deck – forward to the Pig, where we were able to talk alone nearly the whole hour.

I enjoyed my bathtub tonight with very deep water and foam bath.  As we were going down the Southampton Water and the Solent I sat on the sill of one of the portholes and followed our progress that way.  A colorful sunset was part of the wonderful scene.  I decided that in order to make the extra $1,000 be significant, I could use the baths and porthole gazing as part of the perks.  The portholes would amount to $500 as would the bathtub.  Each day I would sit looking out the portholes and take a daily deep bath!

Monday, 5 November – At Sea:

I arose at a leisurely pace and went to breakfast at the Lido.  The Boat Drill was at 10:30 and my station is number 7, which is starboard side of Grand Lounge.  I then went to the singles party at the Theatre Bar and joined in the mixer questionnaire, but upon seeing no prospects I faded out.  I checked on C. before lunch at the Lido – again having my favorite dessert, Key lime pie. I saw him again at three o’clock when he came to my cabin to relax before work.  Looking out the portholes was one of the major activities!!!  At five o’clock he went back to work and I leisurely watched television and bathed again in my tub of deep water and foam.  I met Christophe my former steward in 1005, and he invited me to tea tomorrow at three. 

I went to the Captain’s cocktail party – skipping the receiving line.  Shortly afterward at 7:30 I dashed into dinner to eat as fast as possible.  Kim is good at getting my stuff fast so I was out by 8:20, when I met C. for the Pig trip.  Saw Gary, Paul and Neil.  Mary Blair is aboard again.  We weren’t alone this time, but it is so nice to have it relatively quiet.

Robert DeGetano’s piano concert was my next goal in the Theatre.  He played Gottschalke and Gershwin, then his own piece “The Challenger” a 28- minute delight of characterization.

After a brief stay in the Pig where I met Debbie, we went to my cabin.  C. took a deep bath.  We had sandwiches, which Keith had delivered.  We shared the idea of a tea shop using my fine china.  He wasn’t at all averse to it.

Tuesday, 6 November – At Sea:

I can’t account for much today, except that my schedule was very open, highlighted by meals.  I tried to locate Robert, but wasn’t successful till I left a note under his door #5199.  Meanwhile, I went to keep my date with Christophe who had prepared a tray of tea and cherry-strawberry rolls.  I followed him into cabin 2085, which is one of the very posh ones, and unoccupied this time.  We found conversation very easy.  He will return to university after December.

When I returned to my cabin, 2113, Robert called me and we met at the Theatre to go through several songs.  Father D’Arcy put us out for Mass so we finished up at Midships Lobby.  Robert likes my voice and will accompany me, in the Talent Show.  Christophe came through and heard me.  Guess what was next!  A BATH!

I was at dinner from seven to eight as usual, but I still haven’t met the two English people who are supposed to be at my table.

A big storm is imminent, and the ship was tossing in rough sea when we went to the Pig.  I had to be careful as it tossed and we talked, again more or less by ourselves.  C. walked me back to G stairway along the alley, and then when I felt on the brink, C. gave me a bag and I dashed, too late to make it to the cabin.  I slept off and on, waking when things flew off the dresser, fruits, glasses, ash tray, (a beer bottle rolled from under the bunk (NOT MINE)) and so on.  The ship was wallowing in deep troughs and it was really rough.  C. came by in the morning. I felt better by that time, so we sat at the portholes watching the show out there on the ocean.  I think this was the time when C. had taken my key to put in his waiter’s jacket, and when we headed aft, he remembered he had left the jacket behind, and he went to retrieve it.  This was when I “lost it” and we had to clean up the mess.  He was a good sport when he returned!  Fortunately, there was a trash bag on hand to receive the towels we had to use.]

 Wednesday, 7 November – Mid Atlantic

I was up by 8:30.  However, I returned to bed and only got up for breakfast at eleven o’clock.  I saw Nancy in the Library “resting” her eyes.  She joined me at Midships Bar where C. served us tea and drinks.  I introduced them.  We went to her cabin 4011, then to lunch together at the Lido.  Diane met us inside on portside.  At 2:30 I was at Queens Grill A stairway to join the bridge tour.  We walked up the stairs in officers’ quarters.  I saw the radar, water tight door panel, small ship’s wheel, chart table, and great views from top of the bow, Very enjoyable!

C. had a great rest this afternoon, and I didn’t see him till just before the World Club cocktail party.  I dined quickly as usual to join C. for the Pig.   The pattern has long been set.  I returned to my cabin for another great bubble bath.   I wanted to hear Robert’s second concert, but had been dozing and let the time go by.   

Thursday, 8 November – At Sea:

I found Robert and apologized for missing his concert, and made arrangements for the Talent Show at four.  As usual I checked with C. at Midships Bar.

The show was okay.  I wore my long black skirt and silver blouse and did an acceptable performance.  I got ahead of Robert so we got reoriented.  Good “Queen of the Night.” Pinging all those high fs.  Good response from the audience.

Tonight was our last dinner already, and Erik, Phyllis and George were there, just us four.  I followed that with the Pub run as usual.

 Friday, 9 November – New York Harbor

I awoke early so we could locate Muredach, who had been harboring the QE2 bear C. had bought me a long time ago.  The two guys returned with the bear, which I name JACH.  This bear had spent many a month at the sailors’ Mission in Southampton.  C. had bought him for me long ago, but when at the mission before going on leave, he left it by mistake.  At one time I had tried to retrieve him, giving my name and the fact that I was a friend of C. Horne, and they wouldn’t surrender that bear to just anyone, so he spent more time till today, waiting for his new owner!

Following my last breakfast with my table mates, I went through customs and sat at Midships Bar with Phyllis and George and later Erik, but the disembarking time came at 9:30 and I had to leave for the bus to La Guardia with Erik and no proper goodbye to C.

Once more, goodbye QE2 – my favorite ship.  This is my eighth time on the ship.

San Diego – Southampton Part 2

Saturday, 7 July – New York Harbor:

At 7:30 I got up and ate my last breakfast and said goodbye to my tablemates.  Walter came to my cabin for private goodbye.  It is over – Yea!

Surprisingly I feel fairly chipper and walked all around checking the dock for sight of Karen and Greg.  Near ten o’clock Karen yelled up to me and there I saw Sigrid as well.  We sneaked Sigie on board as Greg, and no one noticed the difference.  I walked them through everywhere including Princess Grill, the Spa, hospitality etc.  We sat a while in Yacht Club bar so they could meet C, who gave us water and 7-Up from the unopened bar.  He disappeared so we chatted on and included Carol Lunde.  At noon we had lunch in open seating at Columbia Restaurant, sitting by a dockside window.  They had to leave around one o’clock so I walked them off with a bag of my paper accumulations, forgetting to give the shirts and key chains to them, alas.  Had a nap and got up to see us leave New York harbor.  Clocks advanced on hour at dockside and we advance them again tonight. Helicopters were over us as we sailed in beautiful, fresh bright sunshine. 

At seven o’clock dinner I was alone most of the time, but was well attended by all four waiters, Juvenal, Warren, and Nick came to chat and Steve gave them a hard time.  A young couple, Steve and      ?  came, but I was close to finishing so we didn’t get far.  At nine o’clock I met C. for our usual Pig visit.  He had dashed out to shop for new shoes and a new Walkman in about an hour of buzzing about and he overslept at naptime by three hours or so.  He was late as I suspected.  Ian joined us a while and dominated the conversation, again.  At ten we fetched C.’s Walkman for me to check out, then he went back to work and I went to my cabin to wash my hair.

Sunday, 8 July – At Sea:

The electrician woke me to replace the light in the bathroom near nine o’clock, then as I was dressing, Christophe came to make up the room.  He went away.

I roamed Boat Deck, sat in Queens room promenade, heard boat drill and then attended the church service from the balcony as usual.  All three hymns were familiar this time.  At noon I went to the singles party in Yacht Club.   I talked with Australians, Carol Lunde, cruise personnel and found little to interest me, so I left for lunch at the Lido.  I had only a little salad so I could concentrate on dessert, which was a yummy fudge gateau.  I sat with two ladies who embarked at Fort Lauderdale, Linda and  ?   They were fun and very interested in what I am doing – that is heading for England for the Summer of musical pursuits.

I dashed to hear the concert-talk by Charles Strouse, composer, then listened in on the beauty demonstration in the Theatre Bar.  The movie was “Driving Miss Daisy,” which I attended at four o’clock.  I also had a chat with Carol L. who has seriously pursued the job idea by talking with Elaine McKay.

I skipped the cocktail part and went directly to dinner.  Steve came after I was nearly through, and so did John and his mother, plus two English people. 

I caught C. at nine o’clock as he came from the Captain’s Cocktail party.  I had to wait a bit till Eva returned to the YC, then we went to the Pig for the usual rest, chat with Angus and later Ian.  C. reported Yacht Club got the highest rating of the bars, and 8.3.  He also introduced me to a wild blonde lady at the piano with Jon and I tried to stay, but couldn’t take it, so I left for my cabin.

At 12:30 I went to Yacht Club prepared for outside, so sat way in the corner till C. was through.  Thereupon, we went to the Pig for a while.  Neil and Boyce came along.  We then prepared for outside, and went on the bow deck by moonlight and stars.  It was a beautiful night, but brief, so we went back in, stopping off at the ‘Cosmopolitan” the commissary, for a bite to eat.  Ian from Steiner’s chatted a bit with me while C. was out.  We sat opposite each other and he seemed bemused for some reason.  At 3:50, I went back to my cabin and never met a soul the whole distance.  Very eerie.

Monday, 9 July – At Sea.

I attended the talk by the First Officer, went outside and spent some time on fantail watching the wake in full sunshine and reading.  When the hamburger place opened I had one, talking with a man from Tempe, AZ.  I topped that off with a key lime pie from the Lido.  I then checked out the Sun Deck, and continued on to the Computer class.  I heard Captain Woodall in Grand Lounge, then went to the cabin for a nap.

After lunch, by the way, I went to the Purser’s Office and talked with Captain Bennell’s former secretary and I wrote a letter, which she will deliver to Sheila in Southampton – with a hug.  During the Japanese charter, Captain Bennell developed a life-threatening disease, and soon passed on.  All of the crew were devastated because they loved him and thought him very kind and supportive of their efforts.

I had most of my dinner alone, but the couple eventually came.  John and his Mother, Betty came after eight o’clock.  She lives in Coventry and knows Mrs. Milburn’s daughter-in-law. 

At nine, I checked with C. who was just coming out of the Grand Lounge cocktail party, but he wasn’t ready for break yet, so I changed my clothes and returned around 9:40.  I watched a bit of the magic show then when C. tapped me on the shoulder we went to the Pig – first stopping to buy T- shirts from the crew store.  Wes at with Angus and later Ian .  At midnight I went to see the midnight buffet, which is really quite magnificent with ice sculptures, and numerous trays of artistically displayed foods.  I decided to make up a plate for C. of lobster, shrimp, beef plus a banana and took it back to my cabin.  When C. finished work we went to the Pig, saw Neil and Mark, then returned to my cabin for the feast, which he really enjoyed. 

 Tuesday, 10 July.

I arose late, and still feel tired.  The lobster had really ripened over night so as soon as I could, I delivered the plate to Christophe, and he later sprayed an orange scent in the cabin.  At ten o’clock I went to the Computer Class and went through the spreadsheet tutorial.  I saw C. at the Yacht Club and had punch with the redhead from Perth.  We talked about an hour so when she left I went right to the buffet, again concentrating on lime pie and fudge gateau.  A mother and daughter from Minnesota were at my table and we chatted for at least two hours.  A couple from Rhode Island joined us.

As I ambled along Quarter Deck I sat with Judy from South Dakota, and again talked a long while with her.  She may sing again tomorrow.  I looked at Cunard books in the Library, saw Carol L. then, feeling I’m not doing enough to appreciate my Queen, I went on Boat Deck equipped for rain and discovered the fog horn is sounding regularly, and that is situated on the bow deck and separate from the “ship’s whistle.”  The seas are calm and visibility curtailed, but I enjoyed “appreciating my ship and being on the ocean, all by myself.  I went down A stairway to photograph the Queens Grill, Computer Center, Princess Grill Bar, all of which brings me up to five o’clock.

I watched the video of “The Trouble with Harry” while packing and resting.  I went to supper, got out in an hour by having ordered dessert first – then I puttered until the time to collect C. at nine.  Pig of course.  I also did the midnight buffet again, then met C. and he steered me toward Bernice Little who was talking with an English couple from Devon.  C. and I eventually went to the noisy pub and talked with John Douglas and friends standing by the bar corner.  Finally we left for my cabin where we enjoyed the buffet meal and watched “The Trouble with Harry.” 

 Wednesday, 11 July.

I awoke before ten o’clock to a beautiful, clear and crisp, calm day.  I attended the rehearsal, which bodes no good for me. 

The Captain hosted a cocktail party for World Club members, after which I headed for lunch.  I ate with three American ladies – little salad and fudge gateau. Yum!  Afterward, I strolled on deck, up to Sun Deck and Helicopter deck, and yes, it is cool and crisp, bright and breezy.  The water sparkles and is relatively smooth, not calculated for thrills, but beautiful.

I returned to my cabin to rest and prepare for the talent show.  Carol Lunde did her usual good job.  I did “Old Mother Hubbard” hammed up and it went okay.  I then packed!

Dinner in the Columbia consisted of lobsters with Pam and Steve, John and Betty who came at eight o’clock. As usual I gravitated toward Yacht Club and did the usual pub stop with C.  We were alone most of the time,  He wants me to send money home for him as well as the extra bag!  I went to his cabin to pack up his bag for me to take ashore.  For an hour or so before that I sat in Yacht Club with Carol and friends taking pictures, exchanging addresses and singing.  At three, we hauled C’s bag to my deck for collection by the baggage crew. I have received a number of compliments for both times singing. 

Thursday, 12 July – Southampton, England, UK

I was up after eight o’clock.  When I went on deck there was land to port and I was very surprised when someone said it was the Isle of Wight.  I saw the needles and the downs and realized we were passing on the outside and going around the island.  The Pilot came whizzing toward us to port and swung around the stern to let him come aboard on starboard.  We proceeded slowly up the channel past Portsmouth, two huge fortified light towers, Isle of Wight on port, past Ryde, Sandown, Cowes and opposite there we turned “back” to enter the Solent and Southampton Water.  This was all very slow, and after spending a lot of time on Boat Deck and checking on C., finally I had lunch at 12:30. in Columbia.  I was there while we turned the 180˚ to dock at the Queen Elizabeth Terminal.

I cleared out of my cabin, saying “au revoir” to Christophe with a hug.  The greater part of the afternoon was spent in Yacht Club talking with Penthouse people waiting for priority disembarkation and C. was overwhelmed with having to serve coffee and tea.  Unusual I gathered.  Customs people seemed to be searching the ship at random.

Finally, at three o’clock, C. was through and we went to his cabin for him to change.  We then took my stuff to the gangway and off together.  Customs was a relief as we passed right through with his large bag.  We waited long in the taxi queue.  After going into the Ambassador Hotel, C. and I went to the Red Star place to send off his large bag.  We then walked a long way to the Millswell restaurant for a light supper.  Goodbye QE2 for now, and off for a wonderful musical Summer!

QUEEN ELIZABETH 2

WORLD CRUISE SEGMENT

SAN DIEGO – SOUTHAMPTON

JUNE 24, 1990

CABIN 1005

Interesting to note here is the fact that with the arrival of the QE2 in San Diego, she had recently come from her extended charter by a Japanese group for the last six months.  She had been docked in Japan for overnight stays alternated with one week voyages.  The Japanese fell in love with her, buying tons of stuff from the shops.  One person told me that Liberty scarfs were a very hot item, and the prices were raised double for the  Japanese market, and still these items flew off the shelves.  Actually, the shop people were hard pressed to keep the Western style items and souvenirs amply stocked! 

 Sunday, 24 June, 1990

After Chris and Cherie delivered me and baggage to the Embarkation place at the Civic Center, I then spent three or four hours in the Motel till two o’clock.  I then strolled across the street and learned the QE2 would be in at three o’clock.  Sure enough we spotted her coming around the bend and up to the dock.  I waved the red umbrella, but to no avail.  I waited around a long time till I spotted Muredach.  We greeted and he told me he is just going on leave.  I boarded at 4:30 and proceeded by myself to cabin 1005, way up forward on Starboard.  All my bags are safely in the cabin.

Someone at the Lido told me my friend C. was transferred to Yacht Club bar, so I checked, but he was out, and when I returned to my cabin I found a note under the door.  I had just missed him, alas.  Anyway, I returned to the bar and just as I entered, we spied each other.  He had been working since 4:30 a.m. and won’t get off till 12:30.  He had to resume work so I again went to the cabin and unpacked.  I got my table assignment, Columbia 292 from John Douglas.

I was ravenous, so I went in to eat as soon as the doors opened.  My waiter is Nick, from Greece.  He seems very eager to please and has only been working a month.  At my table are three men, a Scottish widower from New Zealand, an Australian and an American, Steve.

I had shrimp cocktail, steak and vanilla soufflé.  The Scot is quite delightful and I enjoy his brogue.  He recites Burns well.  Afterward, I attended the Cabaret show, which is a 150^th anniversary celebration, then went to check on C. who wearily, but briskly tends to his customers.  The bar became very busy after the show, and a young pianist-singer entertained at the translucent white piano.

The ship left the dock an hour or so late, and I never knew when.  I fell asleep pretty quickly and didn’t wake until 7:30.

 Monday, 25 June.

I went to breakfast at the Magrodome and sat with an Australian man traveling alone.  The boat drill came at 10:30.  I am at Station 5.  I then took a walk around Boat Deck and spied C. standing in a line of life-jacketed crew on the bow.  John Douglas was being taught how to use the little crane to lower rafts.  They all marched off in line when it was over.  I walked back along Boat Deck to check out the shops and much to my disappointment the Logo shop has discontinued the voyage diaries!

I gravitated to the Yacht Club bar at noon to attend the singles party.  We were given free champagne and I commandeered an orange juice from C., who was loading up trays to pass around.  I met Steve, my tablemate, who was most yucky and complained of about five things at breakfast, service-wise.  He is sissyish I think.  When that party was over, I was about to leave, and Walter (the Scot) found me and we sat a very brief moment in Queens Room, then went back through the Yacht Club bar to play shuffle board, then paddle tennis.  Both were fun, and I expect we will play some more.

We had lunch in Columbia.  A new couple, George and Barbara joined us and we had very good conversations about singing, choirs, New York City churches, the Wee Kirk, Presbyterianism and what an anthem is.  By three o’clock we adjourned and I returned to the cabin to rest.  C. came near four o’clock all rested and ready for work.   As five o’clock approached C. left for work and I set out on my project of walking the entire length of each alley of each deck.  The computer Center is closed for renovation and 5 Deck has new blue carpet. 4 Deck has red, and 2 Deck has red.  1 Deck has blue.

I saw Walter at the shuffleboard and I played a bit with him.  He called for me at cocktail party time and we met the Captain – Robin Woodall.  We danced quite a bit and then went to dinner.  I had asparagus soup and lamb chops, which took a long time to cook.  It seems they are short handed in the dining room.  I left before desert because I wanted to listen a to Anne Marie Albregeti’s show.

I watched the movie, “Shirley Valentine” in the theatre and had a good cry, because I identified well with her (Pauline Collins).  Then I returned to the cabin for the night. 

Tuesday, 26 June.

I awoke at seven o’clock but lingered an hour or so.  I then went to breakfast at 292.  Only Steve and Walter were there.  We have a new waiter named Warren.  He is English and really knows his business.  Walked around a bit then spent over an hour in Midships Lounge playing the piano.  I am afraid I rove out a Japanese bunch.  I think Elizabeth Pinter of 2094 offered to accompany me, so we tried it and she is willing to practice too.  Walter found me there and we walked the Boat Deck circuit a few time in the hot, humid air.  I looked out ahead each time round.  Eventually we caught up to a huge freighter.

We had lunch with the Elders and Walter, and we are all set for our big meal tonight. 

There is repair work going on in the next cabin with much banging in the tub room and just inside the door on my partition.  I went on my deck-walking excursion, stopping at the Purser’s Office to volunteer for the Sunday Service.  At five I had a punch in Yacht Club bar.

Dinner for me was shrimp cocktail, sorbet, Beef Wellington and Mt. Vesuvius (flambé).  I had Warren save a slice for C. and I went back to tell him.  He took a break and we dashed to the Pig.  I met Neil’s Mom again and Ian Bradshaw. 

I was ready for bed when I received a call from C. saying he wants me to meet someone in Yacht Club, so I dressed and returned to meet Danielle and three other girls plus an accounts officer for the restaurant.  In short, they encouraged me to talk to Robin Waldron about a job.  Back in the cabin I went to bed.

Wednesday, 27 June – Acapulco.

I returned the dinner plate from last night to Columbia too late for breakfast, but had a chat with our waiter from Portugal.  I then went on Boat Deck to survey Acapulco Bay in the oppressive, muggy and glaring sun.  I photographed the bay and the launches, then headed for Grand Lounge to cool off.  Earlier I had breakfast on the Lido.  I saw Mr. Williams from our table (Australian), in the bar.

While strolling I heard a lady playing the piano by the map, so we chatted a bit, comparing musical activities.  An oboe player joined the discussion.  We sang two songs and got applause from waiters and onlookers.

When I returned to the cabin (1005) I was amused that Christophe, my steward has left 22 soft drinks for me in place of the champagne.  Now, there’s service!

C. and I went in the tender to Acapulco around three o’clock, primarily for a meal.  We found a café on the banyan tree square and enjoyed orange juice, beer and enchiladas.   We had only time to snap a photo of each other and inspect some shops before boarding the tender at 4:50.  He bought shell earrings and a pin. We parted on 5 Deck, and  I returned to bathe and then I went up to the deck under the bridge to watch them haul up the anchor and depart.  They paint some of the chain links as they raise the anchor.  When we were just about out of the harbor, I lay down on a deck chair and fell asleep till 7:20, then reluctantly got up to go to dinner.  Brochette, crab cocktail, gazpacho, English apple-berry crumb pudding with custard sauce.  The movie tonight was “Stanley and Iris.” 

 Thursday, 28 June.

I got up around 8:30.  Breakfast at 292.  Lecture on Curaçao and St. Thomas.  Practiced with Kathy Kelley.  Lunch with my gang in Columbia.

I watched “Dead Poets’ Society.”  Followed by dinner at seven o’clock; lobster tails, avocado stuffed with crab and sorbet.  C. called for me around nine o’clock, and we went to the Pig.  He has an appointment with a Cunard Officer about a Bistro to be opened up.  He wants to manage it.

 Friday, 29 June.

I skipped breakfast.  Rehearsed with Kathy Kelley.  I had lunch at Lido deck, helping myself to salad stuff and roast beef.  The desserts were very rich pastries all around, and I chose a chocolate cream cake and berry tart, lime pie.  Yum Yum!

I checked in with C. who was about to go on break, then returned to the cabin.  I fell asleep watching the Panama Canal documentary.  At 2:30 I attended the computer lecture, then returned to watch more of the documentary, followed by tea with Walter Moffat who then took me to the shops and bought me a Liberty card case gift.  I then visited him in his cabin 2113, which is a single with bath and dark paneling and two portholes, like Hampton Bynam had two years ago.

At the World Club cocktail party I told John Waldron I want a job and he said “see me tomorrow.”  I said I brought my resumé and he said “Great.”   Today was Barbara and George Elder’s thirty-third Anniversary and we all toasted them at the table. Again I left the table before dessert so I could join C. on his break, and we went to the Pig.  We walked back to work via his cabin (6002).  He has an upper bunk.  We then went down the “alley.”  I then strolled through the Grand Lounge on my way back to the cabin, and heard a lady singing badly by the puzzle.  I then ran into the Elders who were dancing in the Queen’s Room.  Walter came along and joined us, then I went to my cabin, changed to shorts and walked the Boat Deck with Walter – Fantail too.  I think the ship is only going on one prop.

Saturday, 30 June – Panama Canal Transit:

I awoke at six thirty so I went topside in time to see us approach and pass under the Balboa Bridge.  We went into and through the first chamber of Mira Flores locks and were in the second chamber by the time C. appeared, and then we went up to the Funnel area, where the view was magnificent.  We leaned on the railing for about an hour.  I had breakfast in the Lido next to Ruth.  Seeing the land so close in the Galliard cut inspired me to take several pictures off the stern through the Lido windows.

As I sat in Grand Lounge, Mrs. Little came by so we chatted while she had tea.  We then went up to Yacht Club to see C.  He sat us down in a remote part of the no smoking section and we both eventually had fruit punch.  We next went to her cabin (1289), which is a single with bath for Queens Grill.  It is not much different from Walter’s – dark paneling, one porthole and two nice chairs, but the rest quite undistinguishable.  She showed me her son’s wedding pictures and we parted for lunch.  Only Walter and I were at our table, and we sat so we could see the scenery go by.  I had two rice puddings.

 I returned to the Grand Lounge to observe from a cool vantage point the descent in the Gatun Locks.  While there they had a spelling bee and I did a terrible job!  Got my photos and returned to the cabin.  I noticed the anchor flag on the bow picture so went up to check it out.  Sure enough we are anchored.  Rain.  Lots of ships anchored off the city of Colon.  Refueling I think.

There was a Panama Canal quiz today and here are the answers:

1.  Ancon – First ship to transit in 1914.

2.  Goethels: Chief Engineer.

3.  Colombia and Costa Rica border Panama.

4.  Barbados – workers from there.

5.  1942 – Panama Hattie.

6.  Balboa 1513 – Pacific Ocean.

7.  Gatun Dam

8.  Freshwater for locks.  Purpose of the Dam.

9.  “Mules”  name for the diesel engines.

10. Noon, December 31, 1999.  Turn over control to Panama.

11. Panamax – measurement applies to the largest ship that can fit into the locks.  QE2 is Panamax.

12. Teddy Roosevelt – First US President to leave the US in office.

13. $.36 – the cheapest charge to transit.  R. Haliburton swam it.

14. William Gorgas. Army physician who eradicated yellow fever.

15. Southeast to Northwest.

16. Mira Flores – lowers roof for QE2. (also I saw a hinged roof at Gatun.)

17. Suez – twice as long.

18. Queen Mary was the first ship that was too big.

19. 85 feet up and down.

20. Panama hat is made of screw pine.  I found out later that the true Panama hat is made in Equador!

I fell asleep till seven and dashed to get to dinner by 7:30.  All except Colwyn Williams were present, but the special meal is postponed.  Salmon.  I eventually went to Yacht Club and we two went to the Pig.  I met BJ.  Ian Bradshaw was very talkative.  C. and Ian talked shop till ten o’clock when he had to return to work.  I walked him there and stayed at the bar talking with Col and later a man from Massachusetts who knew all my Worcester County haunts.  Walked up to the bow lookout.  The wind was stiff and very warm, but pleasant.  Then I went back to the fantail to watch the wake in the moonlight.  Back by 11:30, when I washed my hair and went to bed.

Sunday, 1 July – At Sea.

I was up in time for a late breakfast, followed by my attendance at the church service.  I shook hands with Captain Woodall afterward, hoping to make enough impression that he may recognize me at his party tonight.  I then headed for Yacht Club to check on C., who gave me a punch, and when I said I didn’t sign for it, he said I won’t be signing any more.  I guess he I paying for them.  Col Williams sat with me till one o’clock, when I went down to lunch.

At three thirty C. and I met at 5 Deck A Stairway and he took me to his cabin to show me his photos and stuff.  He gave me a Sheseido QE2 kit and a marvelous photo of him in his kilt.  His photos are spectacular depicting scenes from Taiwan, Bali, Thailand, Djakarta and Hong Kong.

I delivered letters to the Staff Captain and John Waldron regarding my desire to work on board.  We’ll see what happens.  I showered and watched “When Harry met Sally”, then went to the Captain’s cocktail party in his quarters up forward under the bridge.  They are through officers accommodations on Boat Deck opposite Queens Grill.  His office is a nicely appointed room with long sofas, his desk, pictures on the walls of former Cunard ships, trophies, Japanese presentations etc.  I personally was bored and felt awkward.  I left when I dared at eight o’clock and joined my tablemates for the beef bourguignon and shrimp cocktail.  The service was wretched with our table split in half.  I left at 8:45 and soon met the Elders who reported they all had left before salad and dessert, which would have been trifle.

I met up with C. and we went to the Pig and Whistle (its full name).  I met Suzanne, a lovely German girl and Angus, then Ian Bradshaw came and added life to the group.  At ten o’clock we dropped drinks at his cabin then walked the entire alleyway aft to the lift.  I left him at work to return “home.”  I went to bed and at 12:15 or so C. phoned to say we’re going to the Pig.  So I got dressed and met him at 2 Deck A Stairway, where I opened the “private” door and there he was waiting on the steps.  The Pig was very full and noisy.  I met Paul someone, C.’s former cabin mate and later the Queens Grill Paul came to say hello.  C and I talked with each other quite a bit.  We soon left because most of the crew departed for a Canada Day party upstairs.  We went to his cabin to see all of his purchases from kimonos, shoes, chopsticks, terra cotta warriors and so on.  He gave me a pajama case and a silver bracelet for which I thanked him heartily.  Around three o’clock we packed up everything and he walked me along the alleyway and straight up 6 decks to the door by my cabin area and said goodnight.

Monday, 2 July – Curaçao.

I was up by eight o’clock for breakfast, then I rendezvoused with my tablemates for a shared taxi rider along the storage tank-lined road into Willemsted, Curaçao.  The ship is docked way out of town at the fuel storage area because she is too large for any of the city accommodations.  Smaller ships can anchor or dock inside the pontoon bridge area.  The architecture is of Dutch influence and pastel colors.  We were let out right down town and split up to do our own explorations.  Walter and I walked across the pontoon bridge, saw the band review, explored the public buildings; strolled up to the “Cara Costa” – a Carnival line ship I think.  We then took a ferry back across the harbor because the pontoon bridge had been swung open to let boats pass.  I think outboard motor-type propulsion swings it.  We walked along the market quays where men had brought their bananas, mangoes, limes etc. to display on slabs for sale.  Their boats were shaded by sails or tarpaulins.  We met up with the Elders and Steve at 11:30, and were very ready to return to the ship.  We got an air conditioned van and drove back along the parallel road to the central one and saw many large houses that had once been quite magnificent but are now pretty far gone.  By the way, I saw prickly pear and Organ pipe cactus all around near the oil storage area near our dock.  Barbara Elder went swimming very near the ship and actually touched the hull!

Walter and  I had a drink in Yacht Club before lunch and lunch together, then C. met me at my cabin and we went up to the top deck to watch our departure.  However, we were up there over thirty minutes and nothing happened.  I got my camera and returned to the top where I took several snaps of the broader view of Curaçao and marina as well as general scenes of top deck.

I went swimming in the Lido pool and found it a delight.  Rested a bit on a chaise then chatted with Warren Tate re: the dining problems.  Back to shower and get caught up in the log.

Peter, a former Restaurant Manager, has been recalled, and he has done wonders returning things to normal and humming to perfection.  We are all very pleased.  At the Pub C. and I talked amongst ourselves, then walked the alleyway again at ten o’clock.  We spent some time on Sun Deck before returning via Grand Lounge to the cabin. 

Tuesday, 3 July – Charlotte Amalie, St. Thomas.

I met C. around ten- thirty by the gangway.  I had been talking with the tall black Cruise Director about applying and interviewing for a Cunard job, and he gave me some tips to follow.   Redo the resumé to emphasize your pertinent experiences, like office work, tour guide experience etc.

We finally got a launch to the town and immediately took a taxi to Lunestra Resort and Beach.  We first had a drink under the lanai, then swam in full view of our ship and the aircraft carrier, “Roosevelt.”  While C. sunbathed and slept, I sat there scanning the busy waterfront with passing motorboats and sailing yachts.  We enjoyed  a buffet lunch in the lanai and saw many QE2 crew all over.  Several iguanas came near our table to eat food tossed for them.  Back to the beach for C. to cook his backside and sleep again, while I sat happily soaking in the aquatic scene and admiring my favorite ship!  I talked with a couple, who had just bought gold bracelets, so we were inspired to pursue our own gold.  We changed to clothes from suits, and then took a taxi back along the very mountainous road along the high coast to town.  There we commenced the gold searching.  C. bought a lot of booze and we finally found special meshed chain bracelet for him and also bought a matching necklace.

We had a quick drink at Sparky’s and went back to the hired launch for the return to the ship, where we parted.   I went to dinner just as we were pulling away from St. Thomas.  Again, I left before my dessert was delivered because they were all preparing for the Vesuvius parade.  C. was just ready to go so we went to the Pig and were alone for most of the time.  He was silent and rested his eyes.  Says the bracelet has been greatly admired.  We agreed it was a very beautiful day together and special. At ten when C. went back to work,  I went to bed quite exhausted.

 Wednesday, 4 July.

I was up for breakfast by eight o’clock and all the tablemates were present.  I played shuffleboard with Walter and the Elders, then went to rehearse the talent show piece with Kath Kelly.  I then went to the Yacht Club for a soothing drink. I ate at the Lido because I wanted lime pie, which doesn’t regularly appear in the dining room.  I sat with Walter in Columbia while he finished his meal, then we went to his cabin.  He gave me the photo of us two in Curaçao, and I returned to my cabin to rest and prepare for the talent show.  It was mostly a poor showing but a few good singers.  I did all right and got a few compliments.  C. was visible back there an he was the first to mention the shaky start, caused by Kathy stumbling over non-working sustain pedal.

I enjoyed a lovely American roast beef for dinner, and was done by nine o’clock (key lime pie).  C. and I went to the Pig again.  We may get some time together tomorrow, a meal out perhaps.  At ten o’clock I went to the Queens Room and sat with Steve watching the dancers.  Glow sticks were given out and finally I left for a brief stroll aft on Boat Deck (very humid) and to Yacht Club for a short visit before returning to my cabin.

 Thursday 5 July – Port Everglades

We were already in Port Everglades before I emerged for a late breakfast. I had a quick one with Walter and George, then went on deck to observe the environment.  All sorts of cruise ships are in: ” Emerald Seas,” ” Sea Escape,” ” Mardi Gras” and various cargo ships.  We are berthed in the same place as last time. I walked the deck with Walter and Steve and later the Elders joined us.  We watched a launch being lowered to the pavement for refueling and maintenance.

I went off briefly to phone Chris and Cherie plus John Q. and was thoroughly drenched in humidity.  At about 1:30 or later C. appeared at my cabin dressed in his trim white Gucci outfit, so we headed out by taxi to the Galleria where we walked all around hunting for a restaurant with clam chowder to no avail.  We ended up in the Jordan Marsh dining room.  We had shrimp scampi and Popeye salad.  By the time we finished talking about the Inland Waterway, taxes and houses, poll tax, etc. it was time to head back to the ship.  We found a little shuttle bus direct to QE2.

I freshened up and walked around looking for Walter.  I found Steve and we went inside the Lido, and Steve griped loudly about a man smoking a pipe in a no smoking zone.  (He was a Cunard person, executive or something like that,)   As we were heading round the pool we found Walter who invited us to join him for a drink by an outside window.  We saw the “Mardi Gras” go out, then we dispersed to dress for dinner.  I gave both of them some of my bottles of soft drinks.

I went on deck to see and hear us go out the channel and both senses were rewarded by greetings and signals from land to which we responded three times with three blasts of the whistle.  Dinner followed soon after and I finally got Crème Caramel, but I almost had to miss it since time was running out to nine o’clock.  However, my two portions on a plate with two raspberries and a strawberry were fully worth the wait and in fact, I had to wait a few minutes at Yacht Club for C. to be relieved.  We then went to the Pig and enjoyed the relaxing time alone, and later with Angus Howe from Dundee.  We talked of New York plans. 

I joined the Elders at the piano singing songs with Jon Barker.  C. brought me a punch and soon after, I faded out and prepared for bed. 

 Friday, 6 July.

I arose about nine o’clock and went on Boat Deck to take the air in sunshine and humidity.  I sat on a cushionless deck chair, which didn’t feel good, so I stood a while under the bridge looking forward.  The newcomers had boat drill but it didn’t include crew, so around ten thirty I went to Yacht Club.  C. was busy dusting and tidying, so we chatted a bit re: his late night and the stars.  He had to start serving so I sat a while, then he brought me a punch, and made arrangements to see him topside at 1:45, then I watched the silly horse races in the Grand Lounge..  Some of them were named Chuck and Di, Crooked Mike etc.

Earlier I bought souvenirs at the Logo Shop, a key chain and T-shirts for Karen and Greg if they want them.  I joined Walter for tea on the Lido, and while there C. happened by for a table cloth, so we said hello, then a few minutes later he returned asking me to get his glasses from his cabin, so I proceeded with Walter at my heels all the way into crew’s quarters.  Having found them we returned triumphantly to deliver them. I stayed in Yacht Club for a drink then dressed for dinner – our gala last dinner with 292 mates.  At nine o’clock I joined C. in the nightly visit to the Pig where we chatted with Ian.

When we parted, I went to see “Shirley Valentine” again, then went to Yacht Club to join my whole table for drinks and song.  Around one o’clock C. got off, so we went back to the Pig, out to the bow deck and clear to the stem well deck.  We also hovered behind the spare anchor enjoying the emerging full moon and stars in a clearing sky.  We nearly froze in the brisk night air.  We went inside to retrieve C.s jacket from the pub then we called it a day, agreeing to rise for the dramatic silent entrance to the Verrazano Bridge and New York Harbor. 

We went to the bow deck at 4:45 and watched us go into the harbor.  We emerged in time to see the Bridge Pass over us, and the Statue of Liberty.  It was so chilly that C. got his Japanese sweater and black GO DOWN sweatshirt plus camera.  By 5:30 we had seen enough so we parted at 4-5 Deck to catch some sleep.

Monday, 27 February – At sea.

After breakfast I checked out two videos, “Name of the Race” and “Peggy Sue Got Married,” the latter for tonight.  Then I spent the rest of the morning till 11:30 in my cabin when I attended the Valdemar Hansen lecture on the Pacific islands.  Then for lunch I went to Lido and joined two ladies from New Zealand.  Ate four crème caramels and a lime chiffon pie – Yum!

I checked on my Passport, and then returned to 3065 to await C.’s call.  I left for tea after four o’clock, sitting next to a nice couple from Hull.  I then went up on sun deck (it having been cloudy, muggy and rainy all day), chatted with a Robert on Fantail and a Beatrice on Sun Deck for a long time.  I found C.’s reply to my tea note – yes he did fall asleep again – but he picked me up at 6:15 and we went to the pub.  For a short while we were the only ones. 

Formal dinner at table 293 was most pleasant and jolly.  I had halibut with spinach and Hollandaise sauce.  We left at 9:30 to hear the Opera Trio – soprano, Baritone and pianist.  Pretty good.  I then changed my clothes and went up on Boat Deck to hang out!  The forward wind must have been at least 60 mph and the air warm and muggy.  Again I got that wonderful painful felling of desperation for wanting the sea experience to last.

Tuesday, 28 February – At Sea.

I awoke at 7:30, went to Columbia at eight, then decide to be gregarious at Lido breakfast.  I sat with 2 Canadian ladies, then a talkative lady originally from Liverpool.  We chatted a long time.  Then at ten o’clock I walked up to Boat Deck and hailed C.  He is upset because one of his colleagues died last night and they are all feeling guilty because they hadn’t always been nice to him.  He said several of them gathered in the cabin to talk it out and they fell better.

I attended a bit of the Theatre lecture, and then went shopping, coming away with a photo album, scarf, card case and “Liners to the Sun” by John Maxtone-Graham.  At Harrod’s on One Deck, I bought two washcloths and a vanity kit.  Enjoyed the bright sun, strong wind and blue brisk sea from Boat Deck, then headed for sports deck and Lido deck overlooking the fantail.  I struck up a lengthy conversation with a Betty from London, and we ended up having lunch at the Lido, sitting with an American couple with whom we talked well over an hour.  I changed into my bathing suit and went to meet C.  When he finished his hovering we went to the crew deck next to the Funnel to sun.  Paul  came up too and several others I recognized.  We enjoyed relaxing time for thirty minutes or so, planning his party, talking about the morning incident etc.  He wanted to help Tony clean out the guy’s cabin area, so we parted till 6:15.

I sauntered aft on Boat Deck, and up to Sun Deck where I found Keith.  He gave me a tray of tea and cookies, and accepted the invitation to C’s party.  I also spent some time on Fantail deck reading and resting, then back to the cabin to prepare for the Pig run at 6:15.  C. came in a short time, then we went down for the usual gathering.  We further planned the invitations to his friends, and then I returned to my cabin to prepare for dinner.  I had Teriyaki chicken and pound cake and ice cream for dessert.  Afterward, I just checked in to see the dancing with the  Joe Loss Orchestra.  I sang a bit with the music and attracted attention Ha!  I also saw a snatch of the John Cleese movie, “A Fish Called Wanda.”

C. called for me after eleven ad we went to the Pig.  Sat with Mary and Muredach, while C. talked at length with a waiter who was collecting money for the deceased man’s family.  Eventually we two returned to my cabin and watched “To Kill a Mockingbird.”

Wednesday, 1 March – At Sea Equator Crossing.

I ate breakfast at the Lido with the lady with bells, then went over to chat with Auntie Anne Muredach’s Aunt.  Checked briefly with C. at ten thirty.  He was due to have cabin inspection so we parted till tonight.

Meanwhile, I started packing, and then went to Lido balcony to await the Equator festivities.  At noon the Neptune parade came in with the Gordino dancers as mermaids, the Joe Loss Band and Judges in wigs.  Several passengers and crew were mercilessly slobbered with spaghetti, tomato catsup, eggs, hot dogs and pies, then thrown into the pool.  Even the “Bobbies” and “Cook” ended up in the pool.  It was very hot and muggy all the time so I was very glad when it was over and I could go inside for lunch.  The people I sat with today weren’t all that interesting but the fudge gateau with strawberries was outstanding.

I returned to my cabin, continued my packing and searching for my Timex watch.  At three or so I made my way via Boat Deck, where again the wind was very strong.  C. was just finishing up work, and we went up to Crew Deck Funnel, found two beat up chairs and sat in the shade away from the wind.  We talked through his leave dates, trying to figure out our next get-together, which may have to be the week before he goes back on July 4.  When we parted I strolled around the shops, bought shoelaces, and then found the two Canadian ladies near Queens Room and chatted with them till five thirty.  I took my shower and finally found my watch. 

C. got me at six fifteen, and as usual, we went to the Pig.  This was particularly enjoyable because we were planning tomorrow.  We saw the guy who caught the flying skirt and congratulated him. Earlier when people were basking in the sun on Fantail, a gust of wind had lifted a bathing suit cover-up and it started to blow away.  This lad did a might leap and caught it before it was lost overboard.  He was surprised to learn I am a passenger, and complimented me on my friendliness and vivacious nature.

As usual we parted at seven o’clock, and I headed for dinner.  I finished my packing, dressed in my blue skirt outfit with C.’s gift necklace, and went to join Peter and Frances Downs and her Father Frank Holden, plus Bea and Al for my last dinner with them.  We exchanged addresses and photo taking.  At 9:30 I met Mary and we went to C.s cabin, 562 to decorate for the party.  At 11:15 I returned to his cabin to find him lying in the hall with his shirt off, looking humorously helpless.  The party got a slow start, but by the time it finished (I left at 4 a.m.) C. had received his chocolate kiss and book, and seemed pleased with the whole thing.  Everyone except me got smashed.  C. received a cake in the face and toward the end, Muredach, Paul, Brian, C. and B. Walsh sang songs all in pretty good voice!  I had about four hours sleep, rose at 7:30 as we were coming into Papeete Harbor.

Thursday, 2 March – Papeete, Tahiti

We came slowly into the harbor by dawn’s sunlight glaring at us from the island, so we couldn’t photograph very well.  Moorea was misty in the distance and the air very humid.  I watched and photographed the arrival from Boat Deck, getting a shot of Captain Bennell and the pilot giving great care as she slipped to quayside.  I had my last breakfast with the New Zealanders, then went to hail C.  He never did go to bed!

I finished my final cabin gutting, and went up to Immigration in Queens Room.  There were only about 30 of us going off, so we were done by ten o’clock.  I disembarked and waited dockside for C. and talked with Betty Bridle from Hampton (London).  She invited me to contact her when in London.  When C. appeared after an Emergency Boat Drill, we three went into town.  C. helped me settle in my room at the Ibis Hotel, then we took a taxi to the Beachcomber Hotel.  We had a drink in a large hale, then went to swim and sun in a lagoon formed by an island of guest hales.  C. fell asleep, naturally, then we had a delightful lunch in the tropical ambiance of the open cool restaurant.  We took nother short beach session and stroll along the beach, taking photos of each other, then we got a taxi back to town to visit the market.  We saw a huge Les Halles type structure where they sell fruits, vegetables, fish, meat etc. downstairs and crafts upstairs.  C. bought himself a carved shell pendent and then leis for both of us.

Departure time drew near, so we walked to the courtesy jitney or “le truck” and said fond goodbye with hug and kisses. Several crew kids got on top the truck, but were told to get down. 

Being now forced to accept I was shore-bound, I walked back to the Ibis hotel, showered, and set out again to view, photograph and tape what I could of the QE2.  I walked a long way along the waterfront, and was eventually joined by many Tahitians to watch the momentous departure.  QE2 slowly drew away from the quay and headed out through the narrow channel toward Moorea at sunset, with the clouds beginning to turn pink in the last rays of the sun.  All I could do then was sadly to  return to my hotel and take up the task of touring the island, taking a trip to Moorea and flying back home.

QUEEN ELIZABETH 2

WORLD CRUISE SEGMENT

SAN PEDRO TO TAHITI February 19, 1989 – 4 March

This is the first time I had my whole family with me.  Most of the names here belong to the various members of the family, and having little children with us gave me more opportunity to see additional parts of the ship.

February 19, 1989. 

Cherie dropped me curbside at two o’clock, and I immediately checked in.  I surrendered my Passport for the Purser (first time that happened), the got three gold cards.  I waited till after three for C. to show up, and while waiting, struck up a conversation with three medical officers.  I asked if they knew C. and was told he is off ill in his cabin.  Well, I then went aboard, settled into cabin 4006, then hopped up to check on 3035.  I saw Joe the steward, and then did some wandering around familiar haunts, checking on the dining assignment. 

At tea on the Lido deck, I talked with Steve (from Columbia with Gus), who kindly agreed to deliver a card to C.  I had tea with a lady from New Zealand.  Returned to the cabin to await a call from C. and found a lovely bouquet of white daisies, carnations and two purple irises.  A note was slipped in, greeting me from C.  He came by around six.  He was all smiles and looked good to me.  We got caught up a bit and decided to go out for a meal.  He showered and fetched me at seven o’clock, and we “crept” off, bound for Ports o’ Call.  A lovely table opened up for us by the harbor windows, and we enjoyed a meal of salad, oysters, soup and surf and turf, which we shared.  It was as if no time passed since October, and we covered the gamut of his activities, his Christmas, his parents.  We left at 6:30, strolled around the shopping area, then took a taxi back to the ship.  He again cautiously boarded at passenger gangway, meeting people he wished hadn’t seen him, since he is suppose to be off sick.  We returned to my cabin, then to the Pig briefly, where we talked with Martin, a Queens Grill chef.  I tried to see us leave the harbor from the crew bow – (went to the forward-most point and down into the stem well), took pictures, then left because there was no departure action.  I returned to the cabin where we relaxed on the sofa, watching television.  C. left near 2:20 a.m. and still we hadn’t left the dock.

 Monday, 20 February – Ensenada, Mexico

I awoke at 7:10 and lingered till eight.  I dressed and went to Columbia for breakfast, and I am at table 293 with two “foreign” waiters.  Another couple joined me when I was nearly done.  Did a lot of wandering around the decks as we were nearing Ensenada.  The weather cleared to very windy and brisk, and because the swells were choppy, the ship had to be thrust sideways to give lee to the launches.  Lunch in Columbia with the couple, then I watched all the launches deliver the new passengers, 700 strong.  The luggage was conveyed to the ship and brought on board by open lifeboats, and some of the larger bags looked likely to fall overboard.  Fortunately that did not happen. 

Finally, all the family arrived.  Emily jumped for me when she stepped into the aisle on deck.  We registered the kids in the nursery, had tea in the Queens Lounge with Chris and Cherie while Geoff and Michelle went to the hospital, and when I tracked them down, Matthew was there and we greeted each other.  He is really brown, having been sunburned.  As for C., he has been in his cabin all day, sleeping and reading.

After a split dinner in both dining rooms, (I am really a First Class Passenger, eligible to dine in the Columbia Restaurant), but I have chosen to be in 4006 with Geoff and Michelle (sort of a chaperone since they aren’t married yet.) I boldly made my way to 562, C.’s cabin in crew’s quarters.  Clocks back one hour.  Louise from Glasgow is our stewardess in 4006 with Geoff and Michelle.

Tuesday, 21 February – At Sea.

We awoke to the distant sound of the fig horn around six o’clock.  I lolled and slept more till 8:30 when we three popped up to make it in time to eat.  We (Geoff, Michelle and I) sat at a table we made for three in Mauritania, and for the most part, the meal was depressing.  Michelle tried to have French toast but at first it was “plain” dry toast, and bacon.  Then after explaining to the German waiter what it should be, we got a ham omelet.  Geoff’s pancakes were not so great either, and we had to beg for syrup.  My porridge was okay!

Chris and family found us as we were finishing up.  I dashed to the cabin to catch C.’s call, but was too late.  Found a note to see him at noon.  We made contact – just – after I came in from a swim on fantail and basking on sun deck with the kids.  Emily and Ben were in the nursery.  Anyway I was just coming to three deck on A stairway and I caught a flash of C. returning.  I hailed him and we went to my cabin briefly.  He looks on the mend.  We will meet at three says he.

Lunch in the Magrodome, but I felt woosie and left Emily with Geoff and Michelle to return to rest.  Slept till three, then met C. in Queen Grill.  I was invited in while he ate and we chatted with Paul and Tony plus others.  C. finished his chores, and we ventured up the stairs to the Staff Captain’s office.  Upon hearing our request he answered as only an officer can do – rules are rules – “beware the court; might open a floodgate.  You’re discreet enough not to get caught.  I’ll take it up with Captain Bennell.”  I was a bit on the brink of tears of embarrassment and frustration, as we returned to my cabin. 

I went to the Theatre to hear Bill Conti talk about music in movies.  Cherie found me for tea with Ben and Emily at Lido Bar, very hasty, because we were late up to Columbia to await early supper for the little ones, and we all met there.  We returned to the cabin to rest before dinner.

Finally we all were together at the same table- in a small dining area of the Mauretania Restaurant, where it is relatively quiet, and farthest away from the kitchen, a fact that Stewart, our waiter isn’t very thrilled about.  He is very nice as is his partner, Hans.  I had lamb steak mignon, chicken soup, Caesar salad, and chocolate mousse torte.  Cherie and others thrilled to crêpes suzettes, which flamed!  It took a very long time to finish the meal, but since I didn’t do much after but attend a bad act at the Grande Lounge, I didn’t mind.

C. came to the cabin to meet everyone, and we served munchies and nuts plus his beer and Martinellis.  We two went on to the Pig.  It was as crowded as I have ever seen, but we were able to get seats and talked a lot in the din.  We also danced, which was fun.  Saw Matthew, Tony, Paul, Neil (who kissed me) and officially met Cliff the patient restaurant manager responsible for uniting the family at our new table.  I was able to tell how happy we are.  We then went back to the cabin, where we discussed days off plans.

 Wednesday, 22 February.

I took Emily for a walk around the ship before breakfast.  We met Julie and Matthew, who were working in Lido – Magrodome.  All of us met for breakfast.  A candle burned and melted in a warming oven so we kidded about burning Cherie’s breakfast.

Around eleven I joined the gang who were playing cribbage in Queen’s Room.  I fetched Emily and we went shopping for her, getting a QE2 bear puppet and English magnets.

Everyone wanted to swim and bask in the warming sun so we migrated there, ending up eating hamburgers etc. on fantail deck.  I fell asleep by the pool.

Mid-afternoon C. called to say he is off but needed to get cleaned up and rest.  I washed my hair and Michelle set I for me.  The sun disappeared early afternoon.  Chris, Cherie and Geoff played shuffleboard, and Michelle and I stayed in the cabin watching “Wall Street.”

I met C. at the Synagogue and we went to the Pig, where all was quiet.  Met Duncan and two others, then Paul came in. Staff Captain Carr gave C. a lecture about bringing a passenger into his office, putting him in an awkward position.  In short, no permissions for public places, but no comment on cabin visits.  Just don’t get caught.

Dinner was a real gas tonight.  We ordered onion soup, duck, steak, and topped it off with a volcano – the dessert was a large ice cream and loose meringue mound and flaming raspberries were poured down the side.  Wow, – and lots of fun and humor.  Stewart and Hans joined our fun as the manager presided over the presentation.  By ten o’clock we were finished, checked out the musical areas, then returned to the cabins to play cards   Hans retreated to an empty table in the corner and proceeded to try finishing up what was left of the volcano. (I babysat).

Around 11:30 C. came to the cabin.  He watched a quick game of hearts, while chatting, then he took Geoff, Michelle and me through the kitchens, Queens Grill, crew mess, Princess Grill and to the Pig.  This was again crowded and soon we went to his cabin.  After showing them the door to the passenger accommodations, we returned to his cabin and had a quiet time looking at his photos and trinkets.   By 1:30 or so, he pointed me to the way “home,” and I walked the length of Five Deck and up one deck to my cabin. Clocks back an hour.  He gave me a beautiful intricate brass necklace from Peru.

Thursday, 23 February – At sea.

I saw C. briefly before the boat drill, then joined my gang by the pool, where we stayed till after lunch at the Lido – shrimp galore, then dessert in the Magrodome area.

I rendezvoused with C.at three o’clock and we went up to Deck next to the Funnel scoop to bask in the sun.  He slept a bit, while I lay covered up and watching passing crew members.  The sun and sky were superb.  When the air started to cool, we went inside and parted on Three Deck till late.  Meanwhile, Michelle, Geoff and I went to the Lido for tea, then we shopped in the arcade.  I went back to the cabin to shower and watch television.

The Cocktail Party saw us (all 7 strong) lining up to meet Captain Bennell.  He remembered me and was very sweet to all of us – pictures etc. He gathered us around him for the family array, with his arm around the person on either side of him. Mrs. Sheila Bennell was most welcoming – little Cinderella as Emily called herself.  Geoff danced with Emily standing on his shoes, and Chris lifted Ben as well.

Dinner again was a very leisurely happy affair.  Stewart sat down with us a couple of times, and was reprimanded once by the manager.  We had the Beef Wellington special order, and bananas Foster (which flamed).  The kids stopped at the Casino, so I headed back for the cabin to await C.’s call, which didn’t come.

Friday, 24 February – Kona.

I saw C. after breakfast and he explained as I suspected.  He fell asleep.  He had slept till eight, then had to work late.

The family went ashore in the tender, and rented a Ford van,.  We drove up the Kona Coast and found the Royal Waikoloa Beach resort, ate lunch there and used their beach for swimming and snorkeling.  Then we continued around the island, stopping only to see Akaka Falls and Kilauea Crater.  It was a long driving day to make it around and back to Kona, so we were late, arriving after 8.  Left the car at Kamehaha hotel and only got to dinner after nine o’clock.  We had lamb and another volcano dessert.  Yum!

C. took Chris and Cherie through the kitchens etc., while I baby sat, then we went to the Pig where I met Bryan Welsh (first time this trip).  I also met Muredach’s Auntie, and Mary.  Mostly, C. and I talked about arrangements for his day with us tomorrow.  When we felt the ship move, we went on Boat Deck to watch Kona recede.  He pointed out the rim of horizon on the Pacific which he says isn’t the same on the Atlantic.  Nearing two AM we left Boat Deck for bed – parting at 4 Deck.

Saturday, 25 February – Lahaina.

After breakfast, Michelle, Geoff and I got the tender for shore and secured a jeep.  I returned to the ship to await C.’s release, which came at about ten o’clock.  We then took the tender to shore, did an errand and joined Geoff and Michelle for the excursion around Maui.  C. and I sat in back, getting whipped by the air as we sped to Kahului and on to Pauea.  Had lunch at Charlie’s Saloon.  C. disappeared for a while, then returned carrying leis for us three, which he distributed then and there.  On we went in beautiful sunshine to travel a bit of the Hana highway.  We turned down a very bumpy road toward the water on the windward side, but were unable to reach the edge.  Back we went, ducking off-road down under a bridge and on to an inlet, where we paused for pictures.  We finally found a lovely beach, Baldwin beach, where many wind surfers were hanging on, darting along the high breakers.

We sunned an hour or so while Geoff and Michelle swam, meanwhile getting sand blasted in the strong wind.  The scene was beautiful with driftwood, a pineapple depot, and a vista in the distance on both sides.  We started back through Kahului and by the west Iao Valley area.  Spotted QE2 a long way off as we approached La Haina again.

We did some shopping  before taking the tender back to the ship by 4:30.  Geoff and Michelle returned the jeep.  At 5:30 I found Chris and Cherie in Columbia waiting to feed Emily and Ben.  They had managed to get some time ashore without the kids, but mostly spent the time on board using the Magrodome pool and relaxing.

Dinner at 8:30 again took us a long time.  Stewart did his best to accommodate us, but again an order, Cherie’s chocolate soufflé never came.  I had shrimp cocktail, lobster tails, crème caramel with fruits, watermelon, ice cream scoop size, honeydew, strawberries, grapes – very colorful but not needed.  Also tried the extra ice cream with chocolate sauce.

We did a quick check in on the Grand Lounge Show with Rita Moreno, then I returned to 4006 to await C.’s signal.  He came down at eleven laden with drinks, and told us to follow 30 minutes later.  We five then went to his cabin, 562 and shared a crowded but relatively quiet time meeting Martin and Gary (chefs), Mary, Paul and Dimitrios.  I remained after the rest of the family departed, then around two o’clock C. walked me “home.”  He has to work on the baggage tomorrow, so we’ll have no time off together.

Sunday, 26 February – Honolulu.

When we awoke we were docked at Pier 11, and a lovely view of the harbor shore out our porthole.  We all converged for breakfast last time.  I had my usual porridge.  Stewart told us he got a warning for sitting down with us for a photo, and also for forgetting to sign in, although he had been working as he should.  He has given notice.  After breakfast we went up to Queens Grill to say hello and goodbye. 

We were all off the ship by 10:30, went through customs and were eventually met by Michelle’s friends who greeted us with leis.  A Japanese lady found us and photographed Ben and Emily, then eventually me, because she couldn’t succeed in getting permission to hold Ben.

I went to the Holiday Inn with Chris and family, saw them settled in, ate pineapple boat, and shopped while they all slept.  Toward three o’clock I said goodbye and returned by taxi to the ship.  C. was on duty greeting passengers.  I acted silly with a “heavy” package, and he only stood there laughing.  Stewart came forward and took my stuff to 3065 with me.  I then settled in and went up on Boat Deck to observe and photograph the harbor scene.  I chatted with a lady who was on my trans-Canal trip last year.  At six o’clock C. called for me and we had some time at the Pig.  He introduced me to Keith ?, who later chatted with me a long time after C. had to go to work.  He explained the term “traveling people” as opposed to gypsies.  His people are like the early guild people who would go from job to job with their families.  In fact, he more or less gave me his life story.  He walked me back to my cabin.  He works on Sun Deck.

At dinner I again sat with Bea and Al in the Columbia Restaurant, and we were joined by Peter, Frances and Frank from New Zealand.  We finally have a complete and compatible table.  I had a squash and peanut soup, salad,  lamb curry and vanilla ice cream with chocolate sauce.

I was able to attend the cabaret finally.  Saw a fine magician and comedian who was marvelous at miming a passenger’s first day aboard ship.  When that was over, I walked to the bow from Yacht Club bar on Boat Deck.  I would have liked to stay up there, but I was too cold.  I returned to the cabin to await a call or C.’s presence, but as I suspected, he turned in early and rightly so.  I got to bed by midnight.  I like my new cabin, complete with a VCR under the Grundig TV.  I was afraid I would feel closed in without a porthole, but channel three with the bridge camera, helps a lot.  The medicine cabinet is behind the bathroom door, a bit inconvenient.

Joe, my steward is the same one I had at 3037 last Fall.  I got another Cunard vanity kit and later another ditty bag.  I had given Emily my second one.  She put her bears in it!

QUEEN ELIZABETH 2

TRANS ATLANTIC SOUTHAMPTON TO NEW YORK

 Monday, 26 September, 1988

I boarded QE2 about 4:00 p.m./ Dimitrios was on welcome duty and helped me to cabin 3057.  Then ran into Matthew – greeting both with hugs.  When I went to get my dining table assignment, I found I should be in 3037.  When I moved, I found a green card with table 245 noted on it, Champagne and strawberries.  I have a bed, a couch and two port- holes on starboard near A stairwell!  I saw Liquid at the table assignment place and he had just seen C. who had “arranged” my table!  I went up to Queens Grill and he finally saw me and came out.

When I finally got to table 246 (in smoking) I saw Steve who seated me.  C. had put a bouquet of flowers in the middle of the table.  Two British couples and an American eventually joined me (Ken and Syripa plus Carol and Ty, and Michael.)  I settled into my cabin after dinner, and was in bed by midnight.

 Tuesday, 27 September

I tracked C.  down at Queens Grill.  He recounted his search for me and was embarrassed when he knocked at the wrong door and didn’t find me there.  I had breakfast with Michael.  Station 1 – boat drill.  I then attended a lecture on the history of Cunard. 

After dinner I bundled up and went on deck for over an hour watching the high seas – foam, moon, and much spray, which I dodged.  At about 11:30 C. fetched me and we went to the Pig.  I couldn’t stay long, because I felt woosie and on the way back still in the crew stairway area, I heaved.  He had left my door key in his jacket in the pub, and had to return for it, so I had to wait for him on the metal stairway.  Poor C. was helpful but he was affected by me.  Anyway, he tucked me in the sofa, finished looking at my photos, then returned to the pig.  I fell asleep and awoke with him kneeling by me.  I then noticed “Liquid” in the doorway.  He came in and watched television.  There are supposed to be flowers in my cabin. 

 Wednesday, 28 September

I slept well.  C. called me at eight o’clock to see how I was.  His voice was warm and caring.  I went to breakfast, then out on deck to stroll on Sun Deck, and I also watched the sea from the stern and port bow.  Cold and windy, but the seas have calmed a bit.  At  10:45 when C. was through, we went via a circuitous route to his cabin 562, where Steve and his roommate, were ready for their relaxing drinks and smokes.  I talked with them till after noon.  The talk ranged from QE2 and Japan to watches and purses.   At tea time, I accompanied C. in Queens Grill while he refueled and polished the  heating units (chafing dishes).  We planned our party for tonight and talked about his work, the low pay, the maintenance and baggage handling etc. and whether he’ll stick it out beyond next year.  I followed him to every station, and when he was through we went to 4 Deck for him to have his haircut, but when the man wasn’t there, we parted for him to nap.

At six o’clock C. came with a lovely flower arrangement and a “welcome aboard” note.  I thanked him and we went to the pig.  My steward’s mouth dropped a mile when he saw C. come out of my cabin!  We chatted with his friends in relative peace until they all had to get to their posts.  He walked me back to the cabin.  I then waited till 7:45 to go to the Queen’s Grill all dressed formal.  Had to enter via the A-QG lounge, then was introduced to the Assistant Restaurant Manager and seated with a flourish by C.  I managed to contain my giddiness, but had a broad smile of amusement till I calmed down at table 12.  I ordered Gazpacho  (served on ice in a large silver shell-shaped dish.),  then shrimp cocktail, beef brochette with veggies and chocolate pudding (cake and almond).  I watched C. in action.  His partner, Tony said he was nervous.  One waiter dropped a serving dish at my spot and made an appropriate comment.  He also said he would be glad to serve me any time.  C. reacted humorously.  Several of his colleagues talked to me cordially.  Dimetrios somehow didn’t, but he was always seriously busy.  As I left, C. introduced me to a Scottish couple, then bid me goodbye till eleven.  What a privilege and special concession this was to allow a humble Columbia Restaurant patron to step inside the mystic Queens Grill restaurant for a meal – no less!

The Security officer walked in on me in my cabin, as I waited for my guests.  Someone had reported seeing C. here.  C. and Steve arrived while I spoke with the Officer, and he sort of let it go, but we changed the venue to Steve’s cabin.  It was crowded and for me not fun.  I walked back to my cabin by myself around one o’clock.  The sea is very calm so little motion.

 Thursday, 29 September

I awoke quite disturbed, and C. called at 8 to see how I am.  He recuperated okay too.   I spoke to the Steward and cried.  “Softie”  C. Spoke to the Staff Captain to explain and he’ll contact me to apologize. 

SAW AN ICEBERG OFF TO STARBOARD. This was a big deal, to say the least.  We all ran to Boat Deck and peered ahead to watch us approach it about a mile away, and of course, photos were taken and made available.  At lunch we passed an oilrig being transported.

I signed up for the talent show, and attended a lecture on Spode.  Bought a QE2 sweatshirt.  Apparently it was the Hotel Manager who saw C. bring in the booze, which was wrong.  Now he has been cleared to see me tonight here. 

I sat on Boat Deck a while, but it was very cool so I went inside and slept and watched television till six o’clock.  I then brazenly walked into crew quarters and finally found the pig where I sat a while with one guy, then the group gathered one by one and finally C. came.  We looked over the 1989 World  Cruise itinerary and speculated he would probably get leave April 30.  Back to my cabin after seven.   At dinner I enjoyed sharing the festivities of Carol and Ty’s 15^th anniversary.  Steve warned of a choppy night and he was right.  However, I didn’t notice it much, because I was safe in my cabin. 

Friday, 30 September

I made myself go on Boat Deck and walk around.  The air was crisp and bright and now calm seas.  Everyone was discussing the rough night and high winds, huge waves over the bow, and they came up to Mauritania windows.  Things had fallen over in the shops and Lido’s buffet display.  I rehearsed the Queen of the Night aria at eleven.  It was very rough. 

The Talent Show was okay.  I searched for the 2 English couples and found them in Yacht Club bar.  They liked my aria and bought me a drink.  We chatted till nearly six o’clock.  C. collected me for the Pig and Whistle run.  We talked about when he served royalty.  The Duke of Edinburgh and C. went out to get him a beer!

Had a lovely Beef Wellington dinner and baked Alaska with my congenial tablemates.  At eleven C. collected me for the nightly pub visit.  We sat with the guys – Liquid, Paul, Gary etc. a long while.  Two waiters came up to me expressing appreciation for the aria I sang at the talent show.  C. and I talked about his interest in Sydney. And I was back in the cabin in the wee small hours.

Saturday, 1 October

At five o’clock I met C. on 3 Deck aft, dressed in his very nice black and white knit sweater.  We went on aft crew deck to watch us go under the big Verrazano Bridge and the Statue of Liberty.  He broke out the champagne and toasted New York City for both of us.  He gets excited every time about New York.   I then went to my last breakfast with the 246 table bunch.  Steve was in good form.  Tipped all three waiters and received a kiss goodbye from Steve.  Loitered by QG waiting for C. and Captain Bennell came by.  I reminded him of the girl with no shoes and he said “How could I forget.”  He also passed through when C. and Demitrios were there and he took my hand saying he always sees me with handsome men around.  C. was a little apprehensive.

I did the customs line, then joined C. for a last trip to his cabin.  He had a large bouquet of carnations for me, but since I can’t take them off he kept them.  Steve, Paul and Liquid and Gary joined us in the cabin.    Goodbyes and kisses from all the guys and C. and I were left alone to say private goodbyes.  He helped me off the ship and to the curbside. Then we parted so he could join his buddies on the town.  Hampton had come down from Larchmont to pick me up and took me to his house, fed me and delivered me to the Airport.   Farewell to a wonderful summer and the QE2.  I’ll be back!