Choices, choices

... lunch in the Windjammer ...

Alex liked to eat at the edge of the dining room, trying to choose a table for four so that we could look out and see the port side of the ship. I learned to love the infrastructure of the docks while cruising with Mary who showed me how technical and complicated that area can be.

... a lovely day walking the pavement ...

Of course I loved going into the centre of the cities where we docked as well. There was always a square with a fountain, a monument to local explorer or traders, touristic shops and hawkers with magnets, scarves, jewellery and post-cards.

... my relatives under police escort ...

How did I get a picture of Alex and Moiya being escorted by the police? Moiya stopped to buy something for her kitchen: a cheese knife. That was counted as a dangerous item when she went through customs and she had to be escorted to the ship, where it was placed in a safe spot for her and she was able to pick it up when we left the cruise. The cheese knife was stored with the alcohol that other people brought on board and could also pick up at the end of the cruise. I was breathlessly dancing along behind Moiya and Alex, trying to get my camera out of its pouch and take a picture of this event.