Memories that will linger:
Dubai with its magnficient
tall buildings
Suez canal and the Panama
canals—as fabulous in their own way as the pyramids.
Queen Elizabeth itself and
the massive complication of making it run, the line of waiters in the morning,
the turned down quilts in the evening (how will I manage to turn down my own
quilt at night?), the afternoon tea in the Queens Room—exactly like the one
upstairs only they bring it to you, being called “Mum” by staff at every
opportunity.
Wandering Rome, Athens and
Lisbon on our own and especially seeing the Sistine chapel (on tour) again.
The infernal formal
nights. Our delightful table mates.
The welcoming events in
the morning—the Samoan dancers in the rain, the Indian Railway band, the Hong
Kong dragon dancers, the sailaway in Sydney and especially Perth with thousands
of purple flags not to mention the three Queens with fireworks in the snow of
New York City.
Traveling through the
pirate zone the preparations and razor wire, the onboard security, the constant
watchers on the deck. We expected no
trouble and had no trouble, but still it was an event.
And all that wine.
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