Out of control?

How do you feel about being driven around by a robot? I’ve got my reservations.

Before we landed back in the UK this week we managed a little catchup with San Fran, where our eyes were opened to the wonders of Ai on the city’s streets. Before the rain and mist descended we managed to grab some rides on the famous cable cars.

These ancient rickety carriages hurtle up and down the San Francisco’s undulating roads, screeching to a halt in unexpected places and ringing their tinkling bells as they squeak and rattle away. It was fun to sit on the outside benches and stare up the steep streets of old American style terraced houses.

The cable cars and the old trams run alongside normal traffic, and seem at odds with what appeared to be futuristic taxis. We looked twice at a white saloon car with a large rotating cylinder on its roof – was it an unmarked police car? As it passed, we were completely shocked to see that there was no one in the driving seat, in fact there was no one in the car at all… but there it was slowing down at a pedestrian crossing before sweeping round the corner.

We stood back on the pavement and took a breath. Is this really happening? Is it safe? Now we’d clocked them, we could see them everywhere, I’d estimate every 10th car was a ‘ghost vehicle’. Later that night, as we dodged the rain and sheltered under a hotel canopy, we watched as one of the ‘ghost cars’ pulled up and a man jumped in the back. It was so weird to watch him drive away with the front seats empty.

On our way to the airport we chatted to our Lyft driver (like Uber, but cheaper) asking what he thought about the ‘ghost cars’. He didn’t feel under threat and thought they were a bit of a gimmick.

“You pay more, to get you there more slowly!”

He asked if we’d taken a ride in one. We shook our heads. Were we too scared?

It makes me wonder how much control I’m prepared to give Ai… is it just because I don’t recognise how much of every day life is being run by computer programs? We have apps for everything from banking to doorbells, so what am I afraid of?

How long before we board a plane or get on a boat without a human pilot or a skipper? Perhaps it’s just a matter of adjusting perspectives, or are there real risks in putting our safety into the hands of a robot? Time will tell.

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.