With another cruise completed I thought I would post a little review of what we've been up to on the old Prince Albert (please stop laughing; I know the name sounds bad.) If you have any questions, feel free to comment below.
Itinerary
Phew, eight sea days in a fifteen day cruise; talk about hard work! I reckon we ran out of entertainment ideas two days into our homeward journey and some of the activities were really scraping the barrel. It will be a long time before we invite the stores manager to do a talk about shipboard stock control; who knew there was so much involved in the ordering of shiitake mushrooms? And more to the point; who cared? Dolphin racing was as popular as usual though I think I strained my vocal chords with some over excited commentary during the final furlong; well, there was a bottle of Cava at stake.
Still, when we finally got there, the Amazon was amazing and we had an er..interesting evening out in Manaus. Never again will I complain about British taxi drivers; at least their cabs have doors!
I was slightly nervous when the crocs we were supposed to be 'spotting' were hauled into the boat but then again, they were just babies; only capable of severing a finger and not an arm.
Scarborough was nice too and about thirty degrees warmer than its UK counterpart. After spending the day on a glorious beach, I'm guessing the towns are not actually twinned.
Cabaret
Our two guest acts couldn't have been more different this cruise; we had a ropey ventriloquist (clearly a kids' entertainer who was massively out of his depth) and a brilliant singer, performing standards and swing classics.
Despite the singer's powerful vibrato, I reckon his lips moved less than the vent's; hiding behind a giant purple dragon puppet did nothing to help his dying act. After muffling through Mary Had A Little Lamb, he made the tragic mistake of asking if there were any requests. 'Bugger off!' came the reply; which of course he didn't repeat (he couldn't do 'B's.)
The resident team did their usual good work despite a hiccup during their 'Night At The Musicals' show. During their rousing, flag-waving Les Miserables finale, it became evident that one man on the balcony was booing vociferously; the question was why? It really wasn't that bad.
After chatting to his shaken wife (he was hiding shamefacedly in his cabin) it emerged that he'd believed it to be a pro-IRA performance (don't ask) and was showing his displeasure. We were all glad he didn't make it out on Country & Western night.
So that was the Amazon; another location ticked off the bucket list. We're heading for a proper Carribbean run next (I hate spelling that word) so hopefully, I'll see you soon. Don't forget to follow me on Twitter (@AlexAboard) or even add me as as friend on Facebook.
Anchors away!
(I still haven't settled on a catchphrase, suggestions would be welcome below!)
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