It takes all sorts

You think it’s all over… it is now!

Today it was time to say farewell to Queen Anne. She has been our home these past three and a half weeks, so it’s a little sad that this is the last of my Captain’s logs!

We woke up just in time to see us passing under the lights of the Golden Gate Bridge, before falling back to sleep.

I have to confess, I’ve always said I didn’t want to go on a Cruise. I thought it would be too many people, too organised and too claustrophobic. But after a trial trip just over a year ago, to see the northern lights in Norway, on Cunard’s Queen Victoria, I discovered the boat very rarely felt crowded and there was plenty of space to get outside into the fresh air on deck.

With a good number of ‘sea days’ on this trip, we’ve made the most of onboard activities and entertainment. The pools and hot tubs were a good way to meet people, who wouldn’t recognise you later with clothes on! One of them was an American ex-pilot come sports car collector with a fine white moustache, whose wife had died from what he described as “the Chinese virus.” I spotted this smooth talker with various ladies over the weeks and also had to bite my lip as he explained why Donald Trump would put everything right that had gone so wrong in America. I did note that a cruise might be a good way to find a new partner if you were looking for one… although the romance might only last the length of the cruise or less!

You’re never going to hit it off with everyone you meet, but on this trip we’d met some real gems.

There was a retired New York cop, who always sported a jaunty red and white neckerchief, and had the best religious jokes ever. He was always ready with a new one each day, which he cheekily slipped in before the Lord’s Prayer at the regular Christian gatherings. He was sorely missed when he got off at New York.

Happy to accommodate the ex copper’s jokes was a down to earth Greek Orthodox priest who was on board with his mother. He gave us lots to think about as well as passing on the same advice which he gave his parishioners if they were having a hard time: “You get on with your stuff and let the devil get on with his stuff!”

I also developed a bit of a crush on two Aussies, who ran a course onboard looking at memoir writing. Richard Evans, former politician turned author, sported the most outrageous shirts and provided the perfect foil to the banter from his colleague and wife, Dr Julia. I loved their honesty, humour and the simplicity and clarity they bought to the training sessions, which were simply inspirational. No one who took part will forget their mantra that, “we all have a story to share.” Check out

Finally, we have bid a fond farewell to a beautiful Yorkshire couple, who we’ve shared lots of laughter and stories with over the past few weeks. However, as they will be going right around the world with Queen Anne, they should be well placed to send reports on any developments with the ‘suspected stowaway’…

Meanwhile, San Francisco here we come.

Good morning America!

Captain’s Log – Cunard Ship Queen Anne – this is now the 19th day of our voyage…

Today we’ve docked in Guatemala – a country I’ve only ever viewed on a map until now. It’s an early start for our shore adventure, but the sun is shining and it’s a balmy 23 degrees at 7am!

At least we’re here on time, which is an improvement on New York (our first port of call). Sadly the storm had delayed us and we were 24 hours late which cut down time in the Big Apple by a day. When we finally glided under the brightly lit Verrazano Narrows Bridge and waved to a twinkling Statue of Liberty, dawn was just breaking and the ship breathed a sigh of relief. There is something magical about seeing the lights of Manhattan island glittering against a lightening sky.

Everyone seemed happy to leap ashore and our whirlwind visit included the 9/11 churches of Trinity Wall Street and St Paul’s. The former boasted exemplary toilets (akka restrooms) AND they were free, a church guide informed us! The World Trade Centre memorial remained as moving as the last time we visited – a silence surrounding the site that swallowed all our words.

After a little shopping (you’re in New York – so you have to!) we walked across the Brooklyn Bridge and enjoyed meandering through Dumbo. It’s not an elephant, just a rather cool area of Brooklyn. Nestled beneath the intersection of the Brooklyn and Manhattan bridges, it’s filled with quirky shops, cafes and restaurants in converted warehouses and historic houses, some sheltering beneath the atmospheric arches of the bridges.

Misty rain chased us back to the ship and so we hopped on the ferry, now awash with cruise guests of all shapes, sizes and nationalities – slightly conspicuous with their Cunard umbrellas!

Back on board afternoon tea was being served, just in case we needed to top up on calories again.

Our sorties ashore have gone well so far. By that I mean we haven’t missed the boat! This is always a risk on ‘Farmer do it yourself tours’ which turn out to be a lot cheaper than Cunard run ones. The only issue is – if we’re delayed the boat is not waiting for us!

Miami was our next stop and at last the sun decided to shine, so we headed to South Beach for a swim (this time I managed to keep my kit on in the waves!) There was time to phone home and enjoy a mojito on Ocean Drive before catching a cab back to the ship. Our taxi ride back turned out to be a guided tour in itself, as our local cabby explained everything we needed to know about Florida from its history and buildings to Donald Trump and the pandemic. He told us Floridians are fiercely independent and see themselves almost as their own country – hence the number of motorcyclists without helmets. (Let the Reader understand!)

As we waved goodbye to Miami, Donald Trump had moved into the driving seat in the USA and we were headed towards his latest “project” currently called the Panama Canal!

More on Central America tomorrow!

PS Still no whales!

Waiting for whales

I’ve been waiting for whales but all I’ve spotted are flying fish. According to Captain Inga this part of the Pacific is rich in wildlife. But the sun is slowly slipping into the sea, so the chance of spotting whales today is sinking with it.

Captain’s Log – Cunard Ship Queen Anne – this is now the 18th day of our voyage…

Although we’re not crossing galaxies, we’ve made it over the Atlantic – just – and I’ve finally got to blogging again.

The trouble with going on a cruise with a sailor is you get to see the wind and weather apps, which seem to tell a slightly different story to announcements from the bridge. I knew we were trying to avoid a big Atlantic storm, but it turns out you can run but you can’t hide!

As the wind and waves gathered it was in sharp contrast to our gentle departure from Southampton. When I say ‘gentle’, for us ‘last minute’ passengers, it was always going to be a frantic dash from Devon. It took us several days to believe we were actually on board.

We feel very privileged to be joining Queen Anne on her maiden transatlantic voyage, as she sets out on her first world cruise. We’re not going all the way, but just enjoying the “ride” until San Francisco.

Back in the Atlantic the waves were getting higher and objects started sliding around our cabin. There was quite a lot of movement on board and it was becoming tricky to walk in a straight line to fetch a cup of tea. The swimming pools were awash with their own waves and it really was a bit like swimming in the waves while crossing the Atlantic, but with much warmer water!

One afternoon we’d been trying to judge the heights of waves from the safety of the restaurant – apparently they were 20 foot rollers. The next moment we heard a loud bang and something large seemed to be clattering along the glass roof above. Thankfully it wasn’t our job to risk life and limb scrambling after it as this was someone else’s boat! We later heard balcony chairs and dividers had been swept away in the storm, but thankfully no passengers!

As I gaze across a glassy Pacific Ocean that stormy weather feels a long time ago… and the whales are still in hiding.