Ghost at sea.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Shades of Macbeth and Hamlet
When I walked out to Deck 3 to take some photos, I turned abound to go back inside and saw a ghostly apparition staring back at me from the sea. It was fantastical hideous and fearsome, but I was able to snap a quick photo before I ran back inside to safety. Creepy.
Ghost at sea.
Ghost at sea.
Leaving Tortola - Headed For Bahamas
We left Tortola at 5 PM, sailed all night, will sail all day today (Saturday) and arrive in Half Moon Cay tomorrow (our last stop before sailing to Ft. Lauderdale Monday morning).
Adios Tortola, as they say in the Mexican Navy.
A Pilot boat escorts us away from Tortola.
Robin gave a presentation this morning about Shakespeare's references to death, and the Elizabethan's ideas about death. It was a fascinating and illuminating session.
Robin leads a discussion about death in the Shakespeare plays.
Unfortunately, I missed part of it because I had to go to Deck 10 and shoot a few baskets on the outdoor basketball court, but I made it back in plenty of time to hear Hamlet's take on death (To be or not to be), and other notable quotes.
The ship's outdoor basketball court. It was blazing hot, which might explain why I was the only one there.
Adios Tortola, as they say in the Mexican Navy.
A Pilot boat escorts us away from Tortola.
Robin gave a presentation this morning about Shakespeare's references to death, and the Elizabethan's ideas about death. It was a fascinating and illuminating session.
Robin leads a discussion about death in the Shakespeare plays.
Unfortunately, I missed part of it because I had to go to Deck 10 and shoot a few baskets on the outdoor basketball court, but I made it back in plenty of time to hear Hamlet's take on death (To be or not to be), and other notable quotes.
The ship's outdoor basketball court. It was blazing hot, which might explain why I was the only one there.
Friday, November 14, 2008
More Tortola Photos
After touring the mountainous roads of Tortola, we head down to the other side of the island to visit a beach, the popular Cane Garden Bay.
A closer look at Cane Garden Bay.
An even closer look at Cane Garden Bay. The two young girls in the turquoise bathing suit are actually the same girl. I used Photoshop to merge two photos together. The young girl ran towards the beach between shots.
Road Town, Tortola
After leaving Martinique late yesterday afternoon, we sailed all night in a northwesterly direction to the British Virgin Islands (BVI), which are just east of Puerto Rico.
BVI has more islands than any other Caribbean country. Tortola is the largest island, and Road Town is the largest city.
I'd hoped to catch a boat to Virgin Gorda, a neighboring island famous for a stretch of beach called The Baths (with caves created by spectacularly huge boulders at the edge of the water), but a semi-late start made us miss the first scheduled boat there. Since Robin wanted to be back on ship by 2 PM to prepare for her next presentation (the frequently mentioned humours in the Shakespeare plays), we decided to walk to town with some friends (Jerry and Kate from the Philadelphia area, and Theresa the head of InSight Cruises (the creators and organizers of the Shakespeare At Sea Cruises).
After a quick tour of Road Town, Jerry, Kate, Robin, and I jumped on a Safari bus to take a tour of the island. It's a beautiful, mountainous island. The windy roads would ordinarily have made me very motion-sick, but being on the ship for a week has obviously improved my tolerance for screaming around steep mountain roads in the rear seat of a small tour bus.
One of the views of the Road Town port from a local road.
Lots of Safari-style busses for the tourists at one of our photo-op stops.
Another view of Road Town from a tour stop up the mountain.
BVI has more islands than any other Caribbean country. Tortola is the largest island, and Road Town is the largest city.
I'd hoped to catch a boat to Virgin Gorda, a neighboring island famous for a stretch of beach called The Baths (with caves created by spectacularly huge boulders at the edge of the water), but a semi-late start made us miss the first scheduled boat there. Since Robin wanted to be back on ship by 2 PM to prepare for her next presentation (the frequently mentioned humours in the Shakespeare plays), we decided to walk to town with some friends (Jerry and Kate from the Philadelphia area, and Theresa the head of InSight Cruises (the creators and organizers of the Shakespeare At Sea Cruises).
After a quick tour of Road Town, Jerry, Kate, Robin, and I jumped on a Safari bus to take a tour of the island. It's a beautiful, mountainous island. The windy roads would ordinarily have made me very motion-sick, but being on the ship for a week has obviously improved my tolerance for screaming around steep mountain roads in the rear seat of a small tour bus.
One of the views of the Road Town port from a local road.
Lots of Safari-style busses for the tourists at one of our photo-op stops.
Another view of Road Town from a tour stop up the mountain.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
More photos from Port de France
While I post a few more photos, Robin is directing a reading of As You Like it in the Hudson Room.
I just wish they could dock the ship a little closer to town. How hard could that be?
I'm not sure what they have against windows here, but if they like the faux-window look, it works just
fine for me.
I really like this clock. It kind of makes you stop and think. About what the bleep happened to the rest of the clock's numbers.
These people are Agents de Urban Mediators. That's what it says on the back of their bright orange shirts. If you need some urban mediation (like if the numerals on your clock are missing), these agents will handle it. I'm just guessing.
I just wish they could dock the ship a little closer to town. How hard could that be?
I'm not sure what they have against windows here, but if they like the faux-window look, it works just
fine for me.
I really like this clock. It kind of makes you stop and think. About what the bleep happened to the rest of the clock's numbers.
These people are Agents de Urban Mediators. That's what it says on the back of their bright orange shirts. If you need some urban mediation (like if the numerals on your clock are missing), these agents will handle it. I'm just guessing.
Port de France on Martinique
Columbus was here in the early 1500s. It says so on the cruise ship daily newsletter. As far as I can tell, the island is predominantly French now. All signs are in French and there's a French flag flying over the port city, which happens to be named Port de France.
From the ship, it's a beautifully charming island paradise with gayly colored homes and buildings covering the steep hillsides (below). Ah, those carefree creole islanders really know how to live. By the way, if you zoom in close with your camera on those gayly colored hillside homes of carefree island natives (2nd photo down below), they sometimes lose just a smidgen of their charm. But hey, the important thing is they look good from the ship, especially if you need glasses - like most of us on the ship do.
The charming town of Port de France.
A closer view of Port de France.
From the ship, it's a beautifully charming island paradise with gayly colored homes and buildings covering the steep hillsides (below). Ah, those carefree creole islanders really know how to live. By the way, if you zoom in close with your camera on those gayly colored hillside homes of carefree island natives (2nd photo down below), they sometimes lose just a smidgen of their charm. But hey, the important thing is they look good from the ship, especially if you need glasses - like most of us on the ship do.
The charming town of Port de France.
A closer view of Port de France.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Cruising Is The Way To Go
This is the swimming pool on Deck 10 at the bow of our cruise ship.
If you look carefully along the right side of the pool, you can see several senior citizens who have obviously dropped dead. It was nice that the other sunbathers didn't panic and seemed content to finish their swim and sunbathing before calling for the ship's doctor. It looks like maybe the survivors might have even propped up a body or two into a sitting position so other sunbathers won't be upset.
Just some of the interesting stuff you see on a cruise, I guess.
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