T2330 – Carving through Mombasa

Introduction

In my last post, T2330 – Seychelles and Santa, I described our visits to Praslin Island and La Digue Island in the Seychelles, and also included lots of photographs of some of the wonderful Christmas celebrations on board ship.

In this post I will cover our two day visit to Mombasa in Kenya.

Mombasa, Kenya – Day 1

For Carol and I, not only is this our first visit to Mombasa, it is also our first visit to both Kenya and the whole of East Africa. We were therefore particularly excited ahead of this port call, and we would normally have been outside watching our approach to such a new port and area. However we were due to dock at 3:30am, when it would be completely dark, and when we would expect to be sound asleep, so that wasn’t to be an option for us. The very early arrival allowed for some very early morning tours departures, for people going on either one-day or two-day safaris.

We awoke to find we were safely docked, and as is so often the case, in a huge container port with a terminal building tucked in one corner – not that we could see that, as our cabin was on the river-side of the ship.

When it came to choosing a ship’s tour in Mombasa, it was actually quite straightforward. Five of the seven tours on offer were the safari tours, ranging in price from £929 to an eye-watering £6,799 per person – having already spent a fortune for a safari tour later in this cruise, these were not an option. The 6th tour was to go snorkelling in a marine park, not for either of us these days. So that left us with the remaining tour, a four and a quarter hour tour called A Glimpse of the Past, described as a journey into Mombasa’s past on this scenic driving tour.

As we left the ship we were entertained by local musicians and dancers performing right by the gang-plank. As our coach set off, we could see a very old-looking Post Office building.

Leaving the port, we drove towards our first stop on the tour, the iconic Mapembo ya Ndovu, or Mombasa Tusks, a monument in the form of pairs of overlapping tusks forming an ‘M’ (for Mombasa) shape over the road. The monument was first built in 1952 out of wood and canvas to commemorate the visit of Queen Elizabeth II to the city, and had two tusks over a single carriageway road. Later in 1956 it was rebuilt in aluminium, with the now familiar four tusks over the now dual-carriageway road.

After taking our photographs of the monument, our two local guides then led us into the adjacent park, where there were large numbers of flying-foxes roosting in the trees.

We then reboarded our coach, for a short drive through the more modern city centre to our next stop, Shri Swaninarayan Mandir. This Hindu temple was simply breathtaking, it left both Carol and I spellbound, and sadly my photographs really do not do it justice.

Returning to our coach, we continued our drive through the city.

The city of Mombasa is built on an island, and thousands upon thousands of people commute to the city from the mainland each day. Our next stop was at one of the vital ferries, the Likoni Ferry which cater for this daily migration. Our guide told us that pedestrians and cyclists travel for free, while motor vehicles have to pay.

As we approached the ferry terminal, we could see hundreds of people on the pavements walking towards us, and the guide pointed out all the colourful small busses also transporting the throngs. Closer still there were loads of market stalls, and the roads were simply packed – in fact we had a police escort to drive on the wrong side of the road to pass traffic queuing for the ferry! Carol and I both absolutely adore scenes like this, with the throngs of local city life and people going about their daily business.

We stopped close to where the ferries departed, where there was also a large park, which our guide told us was a popular recreational area.

Our next stop was at Fort Jesus, first built by the Portuguese in 1593. It was subsequently captured by the Omani Arabs and then the British, and after Kenya gained independence it became a museum. Here we had free time to explore the fort complex.

Leaving the fort, our guides led us on foot through the equally historic Old Town, a marvelous mix of old Arabian, Portuguese, British and Asian architecture and design, with fabulous wooden doors and balconies.

We stopped at a couple of souvenir shops, where Carol and I both bought lovely t-shirts to help remember our visit to this fabulous city.

Our guides led us on a circular route through the Old Town and back to our coach. We then drove back through the city, and looking at the buildings it was clear why it is nicknamed the blue and white city.

Our final stop on the tour was the Akamba Woodcarving Factory. Our guide explained to us that this was run as a co-operative, where individuals work with hand-tools to create the beautiful wooden pieces, which are then sold both in the communal shop and to outside shops and market stalls. The carver receives 80% of the price, the remaining 20% goes to run the co-operative.

Our guides first led us around the outside area where the carvers work in vary basic shacks. We were told that the men do all the actual carving, while ladies do the painting. Each piece has a number stamped on the bottom, which identifies which carver did the work.

Seeing the wood carvers at work, and the conditions in which they did so, made us appreciate even more their wares. Entering the shop, and seeing the rows and rows of shelves stacked with beautiful things, we were simply overwhelmed by choice. Carol had to rein me in at this point as I adore wooden things, and left to my own devices I would have been like a kid in a candy store!

In the end we picked out this gorgeous bowl with attached giraffe.

Our route back to the ship took us through most of the vast container port. At one point we seemed engulfed by all the container lorries around us, and I wondered whether the sign on the lorry in front of us was correct.

We returned to the ship just in time for a late lunch. We were very hot and very tired – not only were the temperatures in the thirties, the humidity was sky high making it feel like the forties! Needless to say we spent the rest of the day resting in the cool of our cabin.

We both thought that it had been a really good tour, and in a few hours it had given us a very good overview of the city, its history and its sights – we would both definitely recommend it.

Mombasa, Kenya – Day 2

Originally we had planned to take the shuttle bus into the city on day 2. However, having seen so much on day 1, and feeling so drained after being out in the very high heat and humidity, once again we decided to play the long game and stay on board ship for the second day. Well – almost on the ship – we did pop out to the market stalls just outside the terminal building, and we could not resist buying another wooden carving. This one is bigger, and very heavy – so it is a very good job we are not (touch wood) flying home!!

We were due to set sail soon after 6pm, just before our dinner. As we had missed out on watching the sail in, we decided to forgo our meal in the main dining room, so that we could watch the sail away, and then eat in the cafe afterwards. The light was fading as we sailed out down the channel which made the photography more challenging. When we reached the ferries that we had seen on tour the previous day, we were simply astounded at the numbers of people crammed onto them.

We are due to sail overnight to our next port of call, Zanzibar in Tanzania. Our adventures there are likely to be the subject of my next post.

Postscript 1

In the evening of our first day in port, the evening show was a local cultural show. Carol and I always enjoy these chances to see local performers in the comfort of the ship’s theatre. At the end of their vibrant and energetic show, they invited members of the audience to come up and join in the dancing. It was clear no-one wanted to be first up on stage, but before long there was quite a sizeable group of brave souls strutting their stuff.

Postscript 2

Something that made the excessive heat and humidity in Mombasa, and other ports we have visited on this cruise, more bearable have been the neck fans that we bought before we sailed. These are u-shaped, and go around your neck, and can blow air upwards over your face. The ones we have, made by Jialexin, can be set to off, or one of three different speeds, and are recharged using a supplied USB lead. They last for many hours on one charge – how long obviously depends on which speed setting you are using. We got them from that very well known mail order company beginning with A, I am sure they are available elsewhere. Once again I have no connection with the company making the fans or with the mail order company, I simply want to tell you about a product that might make your cruising better too.

T2330 – Seychelles and Santa

Introduction

In my last post, T2330 – Magnificent Mahé, I described the three days we spent in Victoria, on the island of Mahé in the Seychelles.

In this post I will cover our visits to two more islands in the Seychelles, Praslin Island and La Digue island, as well as some of the celebrations on board for Christmas.

Praslin Island, Seychelles

After our three days in Mahé, the largest of the islands in the Seychelles, we sailed overnight to Praslin Island, which is the second largest. Here we were at anchor, and passengers would be taken ashore using the ship’s tenders.

Carol and I had visited Praslin Island once before, on the 2019 Grand Voyage. We did a fabulous long tour there, which included visiting the Vallée de Mai Reserve where we were lucky enough to see and photograph the extremely rare Black Parrot – there are only around 100 in the world all on Praslin Island – as well as the iconic Coco de Mer palm trees, and also the stunning Anse Lazio beach – see my post D19GV – Bird in Paradise.

Carol and I woke up that morning feeling absolutely shattered – two long tours on consecutive days in very high heat and humidity had clearly taken its toll on us. As we had already seen the best of the island on our prevoius visit, and we have a lot of ports new to us coming up – including the next island – we decided that it was prudent to just stay on board in the cool of the ship and rest up all day.

My photographs of the island, and it’s smaller neighbour La Dique, are therefore just taken from the ship. We did wonder whether we might be able to afford the really tiny island – or is it just a rocky outcrop? – but decided (a) we wouldn’t and (b) maybe the size and just one tree and a few shrubs might be a bit limiting!

We remained anchored off Praslin Island all night, and around 7am we set sail for our third and final island in the Seychelles, La Digue.

La Digue Island, Seychelles

To say it was a short voyage would be an understatement, only around 2.5 miles before we dropped anchor once more. You can see from these two photographs, taken from our balcony at the same time, just how close the islands are.

Alas the good weather fairy must have left us in the night, for the morning dawned dull and grey, with persistent rain falling.

Neither Carol or I had been to La Dique before, so we had booked a ship’s tour. The tour we had chosen was a 4 hour tour imaginatively called La Dique Island, and the tour description promised a panoramic tour around La Dique Island.

The tender ride ashore was thankfully quite short as it was rather lumpy at times. We walked down the quayside to where three ‘coaches’ were waiting to take us around the island – actually they were really converted lorries, and for the less able passengers not that easy to board.

We bumped our way down the uneven roads – or should that be tracks – to our first stop, L’Union State. Here we were shown around an old coconut factory, and then an old creole house, outside which were some giant tortoises.

Our next stop was Anse Source d’Argent beach, where we had around an hour and a half free time – in the rain! There was a cafe where people could sit and shelter, but that was closed as it was Sunday! While Carol and our friends Darien and Brian rested in the dry, I wandered off with my camera to take photographs, getting rather wet in the process. The beach itself looked ok but nothing special – but there again that might be the weather that I was seeing it in. I was impressed with the rock formations, and intrigued by the bicycle hanging high in a tree.

The final stop listed in the tour description was to La Passe Village, where we were to have more free time. However our guide told us that we would not be going there as being Sunday, everywhere was closed. Instead we were taken to another beach, Grand Anse, for around another hour and a half of free time. Yes, it was still raining, and yes there was another cafe to shelter in, and this time it was open! Once again the others waited, understandably rather bored, under cover while I took more photographs on the beach. At least here there were some waves crashing onto the beach, which gave me something to snap.

Once I was bored with that, I returned to the others in the cafe, and tried some bird photography instead.

We then reboarded our coach/lorry for the bumpy journey back to the harbour. Here we spotted a good haul of fish on one of the boats as we walked down the quayside to our waiting tender.

Carol and I totally understand that all the rain was no one’s fault, but of course it did significantly affect our opinion of both the tour and of the island itself. The fact that it was a Sunday was predictable, and left the tour rather lacking in content. The tour description did not indicate that there would be considerable free time at a beach, or tell you to bring swimming costumes and towels, as it usually does when this is available. We both felt it really wasn’t a panoramic tour of the island either. All in all we were very disappointed with the tour, and would hesitate to recommend it. And yes, we did fill in the tours feedback form to this effect.

Later in the afternoon the weather improved a little, and I took some photos of the island from our balcony.

We were originally due to stay anchored off La Dique overnight, but instead while we were at dinner we set sail – back to Mahé! Here we anchored up for a couple of hours or so while tenders went ashore to collect some stores, which had arrived on the island too late to be loaded while we were docked in Victoria. Once loaded, we then set sail for our next port of call, Mombasa in Kenya, which we would reach after three days at sea. Our adventures there are likely to be the subject of my next post.

Postscript – Christmas on board

The first two of those days at sea were Christmas Day and Boxing Day. We were very impressed with the range and quality of events and celebrations put on by the ship. Here are some snaps from some of them:

Santa’s Christmas Party – Poolside, Christmas morning

Christmas Dinner – we were so lucky to be joined by the lovely Sarah Jepson, Future Cruise Manager, once again this year

Merry Cruisemas – festive variety show, Christmas evening

Senior Officers Gingerbread House Making Competition – Boxing Day morning

Alice in Pantoland – fabulous pantomime, Boxing Day evening – guest starring Captain Mikael (of course!) and the Engine Room boys with their always brilliant Crazy Frog routine

T2330 – Magnificent Mahé

Introduction

In my last post, T2330 – Wild life in India, I described our visits to our final three Indian ports on this epic cruise, Mormugão, Mangalore and Kochi; and very sadly confirmed that we would no longer be visiting the two ports in the Maldives.

In this post I will cover the three days spent in Victoria and the island of Mahé, the first of the three islands that we would visit in the Seychelles.

Silhouette Island

We spent three days at sea sailing from Kochi to the Seychelles. At sunset on the third day, the Captain diverted the ship slightly so that we could see – rather appropriately – the silhouette of Silhouette Island in the setting sun.

The sun set that evening around 6:26pm, and we were due to go into dinner at 6:15. However my wonderful and extremely understanding wife Carol went into dinner without me, and ordered my main course for me, so that I could remain out on deck for a while to capture some photographs.

Victoria, Mahé Island, Seychelles – day 1

Once the sun had set we sailed on towards Victoria, the main town and port on the island of Mahé, where we dropped anchor off from the port.

The cruise ship berth in Victoria is also the container ship quay, and this was not going to be available for our ship to use until the start of our second day in port, which was the first day we were due to be there on our original itinerary. We therefore spent two nights and the day in between at anchor, with the ship’s tenders being used to take people ashore.

On that first day at anchor there was quite a swell running, making the transfer to and from the tenders a little tricky. It was also a very hot and humid day, so Carol and I decided that it simply was not worth the trouble of taking the half hour or so journey each way in the hot enclosed tender, when for the next two days we could simply walk down the gangplank to be ashore.

Victoria, Mahé Island, Seychelles – day 2

On day two Carol and I were up early and out on our balcony to watch as we finally sailed into the port and docked.

Our ship’s tour was booked for the third day in port, leaving us free to do our own thing on this second day. We decided to go ashore with our friends Darien and Brian, and find a taxi at the port gate to take us on a tour of the island.

We found a driver willing to take us all day around the island for a good price – another Brian – and he turned out to be an absolute gem. We told him a couple of places on the island that we would like to see on our tour, and otherwise left the route to him.

Carol and I have visited Victoria once before, on the 2019 Grand Voyage, but then we only explored Victoria on foot – you can read about that visit in my post D19GV – Bird in Paradise. Darien and Brian had amazingly not visited the Seychelles before, despite having done so many cruises over the years, so we were all very interested to see what the island as a whole had to offer.

Initially ‘taxi Brian’ drove us through the centre of Victoria so that Darien and Brian could get their orientation – and some of sights such as the Cathedral and Hindu temple brought back memories for Carol and me.

We then drove out of the town, climbing steeply towards a viewpoint, which gave us an fabulous panoramic view right across Victoria and the resort of Eden Island, built on reclaimed land.

Descending back into the town, past a cemetery full of flowers, we then took a different road, which zig-zagged its way up and over the mountainous spine of the island. From time to time we had great views out over the coast, but mostly we were just struck by how green and lush the vegetation was everywhere.

As we were descending towards the western side of the island, we stopped at a Tea Factory, which offered us lovely views out over the coastline.

As we descended down to the coast road we had stunning views of the turquoise sea, white sands and the smaller islands – one of them, Therese, is said to look like a tortoise.

We drove on to the Sauzier Waterfall, one of the places we had requested to visit. It was a bit of a scramble over the rocks to reach the waterfall, but it was well worth the effort. I must admit I was a little envious of the people having a swim beneath the waterfall.

Leaving the waterfall and returning to the coast road, we drove on a little further to Port Launay Beach, where we had a short photo-stop. This beach was beyond words, simply stunning, everything you imagine a tropical beach to be. Once again how I wished I could have gone in for a swim!

Reluctantly leaving the beach, we then headed the other way along the coast road towards the south of the island.

After driving for some time we reached Anse Takamaka Beach, where we had a short break. Under the trees close to the beach was a pen containing giant tortoises, and taxi Brian broke off some leafy branches which we fed to them.

The beach itself was another white-sanded gem, and it wasn’t hard to take idyllic looking photographs.

As we drove around the island, taxi Brian did a wonderful job pointing out and explaining things to us, for example the red bananas and red pineapples growing beside the road.

One thing that the two ladies were definitely not keen on were the spiders – in the hedgerows there were vast webs, containing spiders of all different sizes. Brian told us that the spiders do a fantastic job catching and eating all the mosquitoes and other insect pests.

We were all far more impressed with the Christmas decorations everywhere, in particular how they were created out of local natural resources such as palm leaves. This is done as they have stopped importing artificial Christmas trees in a bid to cut down on plastic, and of course there are no natural Christmas trees growing in this tropical island.

Leaving Anse Takama Beach we crossed to the east coast of the island, and followed the coast road north, back towards Victoria. On the way we stopped at the Domaine de Val des Près craft village, where we explored many of the different little shops.

Our route back to the port along the coast road took us by the airport. By the time we reached Victoria we were all quite tired, but elated after such a good tour. Taxi Brian donned a high-visibility jacket so that he could drive us right up to the gangplank. It was such a brilliant tour, and we would all thoroughly recommend him should you visit Victoria.

We were glad to be back in the cool of the ship, and needed to retire early after such a busy and entertaining day.

Victoria, Mahé Island, Seychelles – day 3

On our final day in Victoria, Carol and I were booked on an 8 hour ship’s tour, called The Wild South. We wondered how similar this would be to the previous day’s tour, but in the end this was not a problem.

After boarding our small coach, our local guide informed us that our first stop was to be the Victoria Botanical Gardens, which was not listed in the tour description. This was fine by Carol and I, as we had not been there before, but many of our fellow passengers had and they complained bitterly – for a while we wondered if they were going to mutiny!

We spent just under an hour at the gardens, our guide taking us on a very slow walk through just a small part of them, concentrating a lot of time on the infamous Coco de Mer palm trees.

We then drove into the centre of Victoria, where the guide offered a walking tour for an hour and a quarter, which Carol and I, like many others, opted out of. We had only been there a few minutes when the heavens opened, and it poured down with rain. We waited for some time under cover for the rain to ease, before making a short visit to a craft shop and then retreating to a cafe for an ice-cream.

Finally we set off for the south of the island and the main part of the tour. We took the same zig-zag road up over the spine of the island towards the west coast, this time stopping at the Mission Lodge viewpoint. This is the site where schools were established for liberated slaves following the abolition of slavery. Here our guide took us to the gazebo where Queen Elizabeth II once sat for tea and to admire the views. Alas low clouds and mist obscured the views for us, so we could only look at the sign to see what the views should have been on a better day.

Reaching the coast, this time we immediately turned left to head towards the south of the island. The tour description said that we would be visiting a craft centre, and we had wondered if it would be the same one as yesterday, but this time it was a small one called Pineapple Studio. When the guide told us that it was really just a souvenir shop we elected to stay on the coach, and when the others returned we didn’t notice anyone carrying anything they had bought!

We then drove on to the highlight of the tour, a visit to Cap Lazare Nature Reserve and Restaurant. Here we enjoyed a buffet lunch under a thatched barn, before plenty of free time on a lovely white sanded beach.

Carol and I managed to get a couple of loungers to relax on, and thought we had positioned them carefully away from any coconuts up in the trees – only for at one stage a branch to come crashing down just inches from me!

Reluctantly leaving this idyllic spot, we boarded our coach for the long drive back to our waiting ship.

That evening the ship set sail towards the first of two more islands in the Seychelles we were to visit on the next two days – Praslin and La Digue. Our adventures there, and our Christmas celebrations on board ship, will be the subject of my next post.

Postscript

I am writing this post on Boxing Day, the second of three days at sea between the Seychelles and Mombassa, Kenya. This morning we started taking our anti-malaria medication, a sure sign that this cruise will soon getting to even more exotic places in Africa!!

T2330 – Wild life in India

Introduction

In my last post, T2330 – Magical Mumbai, I described our visit to Salalah in Oman, and primarily, our visit to Mumbai in India.

In this post I will cover our visits to the three other Indian ports on this cruise, Mormugão, Mangalore and Kochi, as well as the first of two ‘Crossing the Line’ celebrations we will have when we cross the Equator in each direction.

Mormugão, India

We sailed into the small port of Mormugão early in the morning, the day after we were in Mumbai. We were surprised to see another cruise ship already in port, it turned out that she belonged to an Indian cruise company, who are trying to grow the currently tiny cruise ship industry in India.

Carol and I have visited Mormugão twice before. On the 2019 Grand Voyage we stayed for two days. On the first day we did two ship’s tours, one by day and one in the evening, and on the second day we met up with an Indian friend and his family – you can read about this in my post D19GV – Early Departures. We were also in Mormugão earlier this year on our Around the World in 80 Days cruise, but this time it was so hot and humid that we decided to remain in the cool of the ship all day.

This time we thought we really ought to get off the ship, just to explore the small village at the end of the pier, and our friends Darien and Brian decided to come with us.

As we walked down the pier we were serenaded by a local band, who were performing close to a tourist information stand.

Our E-Landing cards (actually pieces of paper) were examined and stamped at a new terminal building – or should that be hut – halfway down the pier, and then checked again both as we left the hut and as we left the port gate.

Once we convinced all the taxi and tuk-tuk drivers that we really didn’t want a ride, we walked up the hill towards St. Francis Xavier church, about the only landmark in the vicinity.

Like all the other buildings around, the church was built of concrete, and was looking rather tired and forlorn.

I walked up some steps that ran up the side of the church to see if there was a better view from further up, but soon decided it was just to hot and humid to climb any further, and returned to the others who were sitting by the church.

We then decided it was more than time to return to the cool of the ship, so we made our way back down the hill and towards the port gate.

As we approached the gate, we were stopped by one of the guards, and told that we had to join a long queue of passengers with their cases, waiting to go through a security checkpoint. Fortunately he guided us past most of the queue, but the guards performing the checks seemed bemused by us – we were’t Indian like the rest of the queue, we didn’t have luggage, and couldn’t seem to understand why we wanted to go back to our ship so quickly – they kept saying “you want to go back to your ship???”. Finally we managed to negotiate our way through, our small bags now bearing ‘security checked’
labels for the other cruise line!

At the terminal hut there was further confusion, the officials there did not seem to know what to do with our E-Landing cards and initially wanted to keep them – but we insisted that we needed them for our next two ports, and after a lot of conferring the forms were eventually scanned and returned to us.

On the way back to the ship I took a couple of photographs of her.

Once on board we went straight to the Bookmark Cafe, and I swear there was steam from the back of my throat as I gratefully drank a lovely iced mocha coffee! We were all glad to rest in the cool of the ship for the rest of the day. While we were at dinner we set sail for our next port of call, Mangalore, which we would reach the next morning.

Mangalore, India

While we have visited the other three Indian ports on multiple times, this was a first visit to Mangalore for both Carol and me. We always love to be out on our balcony to watch the sail in to a port in the morning, especially when it is a new port. However we soon realised that this was very much a working port, and there was little to catch our eyes, or indeed my camera.

Many moons ago I worked for a well-known and very large internation IT company, and in the course of my work our department worked closely with people working in the companies offices in Bangalore, India. I became extremely good friends with a couple of the Indians, went out to stay with them, and to cut a long story short they both adopted me as their dadu, their honorary grandfather.

On previous visits to Indian ports on cruises they have been kind enough to travel some distance to come and meet Carol and I for the day, you can read about this for example in my post W1801 – Family reunion. On this cruise my honorary grandson Adi and his youngest daughter travelled to Mangalore to spend the day with us there.

Before we left the ship, we could see and hear musicians playing on the quayside, and as we queued to enter the terminal building for the inevitable stamping and multiple checking of our E-Landing cards, we could see traditional dancers performing.

We took a shuttle bus to the port gates, where Adi and daughter were waiting to pick us up. We had previously decided between us that we would go to the Pilikula Biological Park, and hopefully see lots of animals and birds in the extensive wildlife park there.

It took around half an hour to drive to the park, mostly through green countryside. Both Carol and I were delighted to have the chance to see these rural scenes, rather than the urban scenes which we usually get to see in the ports we visit.

Our tour of the windlife park began with some birds in cages, never easy to photograph.

Adi had predicted that the park would be very quiet on a weekday, but that notion was soon shattered – just after we entered the snake house, a hundred or so very cute and very excited little school-children poured in after us! They were obviously on a school visit to the park, but many of the children seemed just as interested in us as in the snakes!

We let the throng of children, and their teachers, go on ahead before continuing. We soon came to the tiger enclosure, and spotted one resting under the trees, alas facing the wrong way – the spots on the backs of its ears gave it away. Fortunately after a couple of minutes it turned its head partially, and then almost fully, towards us. Bingo!

There were so many lovely animals to see as we slowly made our way around the park, stopping frequently for water as it was so very hot and humid.

Eventually we had to stop for a longer rest, before tackling the final stages of the long walk around the park.

After a little while another group of school-children caught up with us. These were older, and seemed even more fascinated with us, and with Carol in particular – probably due to her blonde hair. Carol found herself mobbed, all the children wanted to know her name, and were intrigued by the fan she was wearing around her neck – they all wanted a go with it! Carol loves children, and was in her element with them, until the teachers decided enough was enough and directed them to move on.

We ambled along past more lovely animals, before finally returning to the park gates, where we were all glad to return to Adi’s air conditioned car!

Pilikula Park also contains some cultural attractions, and next we visited a couple of those. The first stop was at Guthu House, a preserved traditional manor house of the coastal landlords. Here Adi continued to be an excellent guide, telling us all about the furniture and artifacts around the house.

We then moved on to an Artisan Village, where we wandered around on foot. It was very quiet, apparently it was busy in the morning – I know a ship’s tour had gone there – and so the only demonstation we got to see was some pots being formed on a wheel.

While we were there, the older group of school-children caught up with us again, and once again mobbed Carol. With beaming faces, they showed her photos that they had taken of her, and once again were so keen to talk to her and even touch her and hold her hand. It was so lovely to see. Once again it was the teachers who eventually decided enough was enough, and called the children away to continue their school trip. We wondered afterwards whether the children would have seen English people before – certainly when we said we were from England and then asked whether they knew where that was, they said no. We also wondered whether when their parents asked about their day, their highlight might not be the animals, but instead meeting a white lady!

We then drove back to Mangalore where Adi took us to a very nice restaurant called The Village, where we enjoyed some light refreshments.

All too soon it was time for Adi to drive us back to the port, so that we could do battle with immigration once more, before boarding our ship. We both felt tired and drained by the heat and humidity all day, but absolutely elated from sharing such a wonderful day with my honorary family.

I know that Adi does not like to be thanked, but Carol and I must both give him a very big public thank you, not only for sharing such a wonderful day with us and being such a good guide, but also for the absolutely beautiful gift he gave us – this stunning peacock. It has pride of place in our cabin for now, and we have already decided where it will live on show at home.

Just before dinner we set sail for our final Indian port, Kochi, where we would arrive the following morning.

Kochi, India

Carol and I made sure we were out on our balcony to watch our sail into Kochi – we knew from before that there is plenty to see and photograph. Just before we came alongside, we were very interested to pass a ship called Kavaratti. Adi and his family had recently sailed on this ship on a cruise holiday to Lakshadweep, an archipelago of atolls and coral reefs off the coast of Kerala.

Carol and I have visited Kochi three times before. On the first visit Adi, his wife and family met up with us, and gave us a wonderful tour – including getting to pull the ropes on one of the traditional Chinese Fishing Nets – see my post W1801 – Family reunion.

On our second visit we did a wonderful ship’s tour to the Backwaters of Kerala – one that we would both thoroughly recommend and which you can read about in my post D19GV – Houseboat Heaven.

On our most recent visit, earlier this year on our 80 Days cruise, we elected to stay on the ship apart from a brief visit to some market stalls close to the terminal building.

This time we were planning to go out for a ride around the town on tuk-tuks – always a fun and great way to explore somewhere. However we were both still shattered from the day before, and expecting to be swimming on an island in the Maldives the next day, we decided that it was best to play the long game, and remain on the ship and rest in the cool air-conditioned cabin.

Late in the morning we did brave the heat, and the very persistent taxi/tuk-tuk drivers, to visit the market stalls. This time we bought a lovely elephant, which tones in beautifully with our peacock. We were relieved to be able to do our final pre-departure immigration face-to-face before returning to the ship.

Both Carol and I, in our own ways, were a little apprehensive and unsure before our first visits to India, many years ago now. Visiting India is certainly an experience – when you first arrive they say it can be like an assault on all your senses – but we both feel it is very much an experience you should embrace and enjoy. Over the course of our various visits over the years the country, and in particular its lovely people, have very much got under our skin, and we both felt very sad to be sailing away from it, for what is quite probably the last time.

As I said in my last post, during the pre-departure briefing, the Captain dropped the bombshell that we would not be going to the Maldives, but instead sailing directly to the Seychelles. Our adventures there are likely to be the subject of my next post.

Postscript 1

Carol and I are so lucky to have travelled the world so much. During the course of our various long voyages we have crossed the equator many times – before this cruise I think I have done it 10 times, and Carol 8 times.

Whenever the ship crosses the Equator, a ceremony is held called ‘Crossing the Line’, when King Neptune and his entourage come onto the ship, and punish the Captain and senior officers. I have explained and covered this ceremony many times in my blog posts, for example L1602 – Crossing the line and W1702 – Crossing the Line 3.

Here are some photos of our latest ceremony, held to mark crossing the Equator yesterday afternoon.

Postscript 2

Regular readers might remember all the rough seas that Carol and I endured crossing the Atlantic ocean each way a month or two ago. Yesterday was the complete opposite – it was like sailing on a lake, the sea was so flat calm and smooth. It was also an astonishing blue colour, and was punctuated every so often by shoals of flying fish. Just magical!

T2330 – Magical Mumbai

Introduction

In my last post, T2330 – Speeding through Red, I described our visit to Jeddah in Saudi Arabia, and our dash through the troubled area of the Red Sea, where ships have been subject to attack by drones and rockets in recent weeks.

In this post I will cover our visit to Salalah in Oman, but concentrate on our visit to the vibrant and unique city of Mumbai, India.

Salalah, Oman

Carol and I have visited Salalah in Oman a couple of times before. On the 2017 World Cruise we took a ship’s tour which we enjoyed, described in my post W1702 – Salalah Souq. When we visited the port again on the 2019 Grand Voyage we did not find any other tours that interested us, and we remained on the ship – which is exactly what happened on this voyage too, especially as there was no shuttle bus provided despite the long distance into the town.

I went out on our balcony to watch our approach to the port as usual, although I am not entirely sure why, as I knew that it was not exactly the most scenic sail in that we do. We passed mountains of containers being loaded and unloaded, and then docked on the other side of the port, right in front of a large bulk carrier ship being loaded with stone – an operation that was putting huge clouds of dust into the air all day long, meaning we had to spend virtually all day inside our cabin.

A little while later the quayside was full of coaches and 4×4 vehicles ready for the ship’s tours.

After lunch we did pop out onto our balcony, and we surprised at just how many lorry loads of stores and supplies were being loaded on board using fork-lift trucks. We also spotted that a large number of the officers and crew – including Captain Mikael – were out on the quayside, despite the heat, holding out the “welcome home” banner to greet guests returning from their tours.

Leaving Salalah, we then had two days at sea before we reached our next port of call, Mumbai – the first of our four ports of call in India.

Mumbai, India

This was to be our fourth visit to the astonishing and amazing city of Mumbai. We first visited the city back on the 2018 World Cruise, and Carol soon learned what I meant when I said it would be an assault on all your senses, when we walked from the port to the iconic Gateway to India monument, and were immediately immersed in all the sights, sounds and smells, and in all the hustle and bustle that makes Mumbai so unique – see my post W1801 – Family reunion.

On the 2019 Grand Voyage we were supposed to be in port for two days, but the ship had to slip away early in the morning of the second day to avoid being put in quarantine for Covid-19 – you can read what happened, and also what we did on the first day and evening in my post D19GV – Early Departures.

We were also in Mumbai as recently as March this year, on our Around the World in 80 Days cruise. Then we took a taxi ride around part of the city, which you can read about in my post S2305 – India n Ocean.

Sailing into Mumbai this time we soon had a big surprise. The terminal building had been left half-built for 15 or more years, and each visit we had seen it slowly decaying in the fierce sun and heat. This time there was scaffolding over much of the building, and a glass facade was in the process of being applied to the front of it. Mind you, I am not sure that the UK ‘Health and Safety’ mob would have approved – people were working high up without any safety lines right above where the public were going in and out of the building!

In the days leading up to our visit, we debated what to do this time – we considered walking to the stunning Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus (CST) railway station, but in the end decided to join up with our friends Darien and Brian for a visit by taxi to a street market, and then for lunch at the iconic and fabulous Taj Mahal Palace hotel, which is just across the road from the Gateway to India.

As it was our first port of call in India on this cruise, everyone intending to go ashore in any of the four ports needed to attend a face-to-face interview with Indian Immigration in the terminal building. All those on a ship’s tour were processed first, and then passengers like us who were going ashore independently were called deck by deck. Just like our last visit, at the end of the gang plank there were a line of Indian dancers, and also girls giving female passengers a bindi, the red dot worn on the centre of the forehead.

Having waited for some time in the queue, Carol was processed fairly quickly, albeit after some head scratching and tap-tapping on the keyboard by the official. I then hopefully put my documents on the counter, but instead of processing me, the official pointed at his colleague next to him, got up and wandered off! We do not know what the difference is – I must look very shifty or something – as Immigration officials always want finger prints from me, but not from Carol – and the problem is the scanners never seem to work on my fingers. Perhaps I should stop dipping my fingers in acid before arrival!!! The official kept asking me to scan different combinations of fingers and/or thumbs, and at one stage another official came over and physically held my fingers down hard on the glass. Eventually I think he just gave up, as the queue was getting longer and longer, and after some heavy rubber stamping of forms and passports I was also through at last.

Leaving the terminal building you have to take a shuttle bus to the port gate, where as usual we were set upon by a swarm of taxi drivers keen to secure our custom. We managed to find a driver with a taxi large enough for the four of us, and who would agree to an acceptable price for the whole round trip.

Being driven in India, and especially Mumbai, is one of those experiences that is never forgotten – all drivers seem to have one hand on the horn and just go for any gap in the traffic they see, without worrying about niceties like which side of the road they are on, or who has right of way. It is both exciting and at times terrifying all at once, but once you arrive safely at your destination and have time to relax, you think wow, what an amazing and different experience that was!

The four of us had decided we would like to visit the market on the Colaba Causeway, not because we had anything specific to buy, but because the markets in India are always fascinating to explore, give or take vendors who, like in many countries around the world, can be rather persistent. It was interesting to see that right next door to the market stalls were some quite up-market looking shops. Both Carol and I, and Darien & Brian ended up buying some similar attractive lanterns, which we have hung up in our respective cabins.

Our taxi driver had waited patiently for our return, and then drove us the short distance around to the Taj Mahal Palace hotel. The hotel looks impressive from the outside, but on the inside it is simply stunning. Carol and I had visited and had lunch in the hotel twice before, but were more than happy to return once again, not least to have the delicious chicken and cheese toasted sandwiches again in the Seaview Restaurant.

A visit to the luxurious bathrooms (where an attendant turns on the tap for you, squirts soap into your hand and passes towels to you with tongs), gave an excuse to see and photograph a little more of the fabulous and opulent building.

In the foyer there were some wonderful Christmas decorations.

Eventually, and rather reluctantly, we left the hotel, and in the hustle and bustle outside managed to locate our ever patient taxi driver. Our drive back to the port took us past so many beautiful old Victorian buildings, including of course the CST train station. Seeing these again, and being immersed in all the traffic, the beeping of horns, and so many people out and about their business was just magical – at one point Carol and I just looked at each other with big grins on our faces – we knew exactly what each other was thinking.

Once back in the cool and peace of the ship we simply sat quietly, relaxing and reflecting with such pleasure at seeing and experiencing again – quite probably for the last time – the special and unique city that is Mumbai.

We set sail around 5pm for our next port of call, Mormugão, also in India. As we sailed out, we noticed first one military helicopter lifting people from a dingy, and then two waves of helicopters came flying overhead. Although I heard one passenger say they thought that was a special send off just for our ship, in reality it was all part of a military tattoo being held near the Gateway to India.

The following morning we would sail into Mormugão, our adventures there and in the other two Indian ports, Mangalore and Kochi, will be the subject of my next post.

Postscript

Right now, Carol and I should be relaxing on a pure white sandy beach, lined by palm trees, contemplating yet another swim in the crystal clear turquoise blue warm water. On this very beach in the Maldives…

Instead I am sat here in the cabin typing away, creating this post for you to read. What has gone wrong?

When Captain Mikael gave his sail-away speech late yesterday afternoon in Kochi, he said he had very sad news for us. We instantly wondered what could have happened, never guessing the news that he had – that both our days in the stunning and magical islands of the Maldives were cancelled, and instead we were to sail directly to the Seychelles.

Carol and I have done enough long voyages – world cruises and grand voyages – to know that it is very unlikely that we would end up visiting all the ports on the itinerary. Quite simply, things happen – whether it is rough seas, strong winds, problems in a port, covid-19, or even rugby world cup celebrations (I kid you not, it happened to us!). While I expected problems with Egypt that never happened, I just didn’t foresee problems in the Maldives. We are both so very disappointed, but that’s life.

Later we received a letter explaining more – here is an extract from that letter, as it was written…

Two days ago, we were advised by local authorities that new taxes for visiting cruise ships have come into place, along with a new license that needs to be applied for in advice, for cruise ships bringing tourists into the Maldives. Our port agent has been unable to gain any clarity of what the charges relating to the new taxes will be, and until they are able to get this clarification over how the charges will be calculated and the costs ascertained, are declining any cruise ship calls into the Maldives. 

In an attempt to get an urgent resolution to this situation, we have been working with two other local port agents but at this time, they also have been unable to get any clarification of the tax implications and are also not accepting any cruise ship bookings at this time. Consequently we have been unable to obtain a license to call into the Maldives.

So, my planned post after the next one, all about the Maldives and full of idyllic beach scenes, is also cancelled. Sorry.

T2330 – Speeding through Red

Introduction

In my last post, T2330 – Egyptian Odyssey, I described our visits to the three remaining Egyptian ports, Port Said, Sharm El-Sheikh and Safaga; and our transit of the Suez Canal. In this post I will cover our visit to Jeddah in Saudi Arabia, and our very rapid dash through the recently troubled areas of the Red Sea.

Threats ahead

During the day at sea between Safaga and Jeddah, news broke in the media about drone and possibly missile attacks on ships sailing the narrow Bab al-Mandab Strait which lies between Djibouti and Yemen, and which connects the Red Sea to the Gulf of Aden – a stretch of water we would need to sail through on our way from Jeddah to Salalah in Oman.

Ship’s management picked up on the understandable concern shown by passengers on board, and late in the afternoon the Captain, the wonderful Captain Mikael Degerlund, gave us a Security Briefing in the Neptune Lounge, and which was also available on the televisions in our cabins. He told us that they are regularly getting updates from Government agencies on a four-hourly basis, and described in some detail the attacks in recent days, emphasising that as far as the perpetrators where concerned, the ships attacked had connections to Israel. He went on to tell us that our ship was therefore considered to be only at a moderate threat level, that he did not anticipate that we would encounter any problems, but should we spot anything untoward we should contact Guess Services.

Jeddah, Saudi Arabia

Neither Carol or I had been to Jeddah, or anywhere else in Saudi Arabia before. It was one of four countries on this cruise that we had to secure our own visas for in advance of the cruise if we wanted to go ashore there. The combination of the cost of the visa, the difficulties reported on social media by others trying to get one, and our own personal feelings about the regime in the country meant we decided we would not apply for a visa, and remain on the ship that day.

We do always enjoy watching the ship sail into a new port, especially in a new country, so we were both awake early and out on our balcony in good time. In reality, we just sailed into a large and busy commercial port, full of containers, cars, and ships being loaded and unloaded.

Our berth was just on one of the commercial quays, and so our view for the day was just of hundreds of containers and cars! However I don’t recall seeing such a busy port before, everywhere you looked there were lorries arriving or departing with containers, and cranes busy with their work – and in the distance the roads leaving the port were busy with traffic too.

We set sail for Salalah around half an hour late while we were at dinner. Unfortunately I was therefore unable to take a photo of the Jeddah Light, a combined observation tower, lighthouse and control tower for the port, which looked impressive all lit up as we sailed out to the open sea.

That evening, and the following day, it was interesting talking to fellow passengers who had been ashore. Everyone had been told to completely cover arms and legs before going ashore, but apparently the tour guides queried why people had done so, saying that it was not necessary – but everyone noticed how all the locals – especially of course the women, were completely covered – the guides seemed keen to convey that things were better than they really are.

With regard to sightseeing, the general impresson that we got that while it was nice ashore, it was nothing special, and we had no regrets about staying on the ship.

The next morning there was an absolutely fascinating and enlightening talk by Sibella Laing, one of the lecturers on board, called Power Beyond The Veil. Sibella had lived in Saudi Arabia for many years, and still has female friends and contacts there. She told us that while Crown Prince Mohammed bin Salman has wanted to be seen to be bringing in reforms, it has very much been the case of ‘two steps forward, one step back’, and gave us examples of how women who protested or pushed the boundaries were arrested and imprisoned for years. She also told us about one lady she knows, a scientist, who had agreed to marry a man by arranged marriage. On the wedding night he told her how beautiful she was, and that this was the best day of his life. However he then went on to say that the second best day of his life would be when she told him that she was giving up her work to stay at home. She had the courage to stand up to him and continue her work, and the marriage lasted just five days. Of course it was a good demonstration the power men expect to have over women in their society.

Sailing at speed

During his noon briefing that day, the Captain told us the actions he would be taking as we sailed through the area of threat – the lower part of the Red Sea and the Bab al-Mandab Strait. From 6pm that evening until early afternoon the following day we would be sailing at top speed, and for our safety all the open decks would be closed to both passengers and crew – with the exception of the covered deck 3, and just the covered smokers area of deck 8. We were also told not to go out on any balconies.

During the night and the following morning the speed of the ship was really noticable, I have never seen us sail past other ships so quickly! First thing we put on our television to see if the ship’s location page was showing where we were – and was astonished to see it saying that we were doing 41 knots. I know the published top speed for this ship is only around 25 knots, so either the information was wrong, or they must have got most of the crew rowing like fury and the all the ribs were out giving us a tow!!!

Anyway, as you read this we are now out of the area of most threat, and we can all relax once more.

Postscript

In the evening of our day at sea between Safaga and Jeddah, Carol and I were lucky enough to be invited to the Hotel Manager’s table for dinner. Our Hotel Manager Karin Luppes, only joined the company earlier this year, and it was lovely to have the chance to get to know her. We are fortunate to have done quite a few Captain’s and Hotel Manager’s tables over the years, and always really appreciate the chance to get to know the senior staff on board, and learn a little about their work.

T2330 – Egyptian Odyssey

Introduction

In my last post, T2330 – Ice Cold in Alex, I described our visit to Alexandria, our first port of call in Egypt. In this post I will cover our visits to the three remaining Egyptian ports, Port Said, Sharm El-Sheikh, and Safaga; as well as our transit of the Suez Canal.

Port Said, Egypt

We sailed into Port Said in the early hours well before dawn, and I took a few snaps from our balcony as we did so:

The ship’s tours from Port Said are all very long (12 hours) and very expensive ones, to visit various combinations of the Pyramids, the Sphinx, Cairo and the Nile – hence our very early arrival in port.

Carol had ‘been there, done that’ before she met me. For me, spending so many hours on a coach to be hastled by hawkers in the searing heat is not my idea of fun, so we decided not book any tours in Port Said.

We were in Port Said only a few months ago on the Around the World in 80 Days cruise, and we ventured ashore then but did not find much of interest – see S2305 – Port Said on the Starboard Side. We were therefore expecting to stay on the ship all day, and as I hinted at the end of my last post, the sight of a heavily armed policeman behind a screen on the quayside right below our balcony only confirmed our decision.

I did take a few more snaps from our balcony once the sun had got up, and then in the evening after dark.

One thing that really pleased both Carol and I was finding out that around 160 crew members had been given the chance to go and see the pyramids on a subsidised tour. All the crew work such long hours and are always so cheerful and helpful, it was lovely that at least some of them could have the time off and actually see something of the world.

Suez Canal Transit

I have been lucky enough to have transited the Suez Canal four times before, three times sailing south to north, and once, earlier this year, sailing north to south. You can read about those transits and see lots of photographs of the canal in my posts, W1702 – Almost Egypt, W1801 – Suez Crisis, D19GV – Suez Canal Is Real and S2305 – Port Said on the Starboard Side. Carol has an extra couple of transits under her belt, sailing through each way on her way to and from Singapore as a child.

It worked out quite well that while earlier in the year we had a cabin on the port side, this time we were on the starboard side, so we got to see different things from our balcony this time.

It was early the following morning that we slipped away from our berth in Port Said to begin our journey through the canal. The buildings and container ports soon gave way to countryside, which was so green (due of course to irrigation) compared to the endless sand on the other side of the canal.

I soon spotted that we had a police car tracking us – it was driving slowly along the road that runs parallel to the canal, keeping pace with our sedate progress.

The ships in the canal pass through in a convoy, and we had several large container ships following us.

I always keep an eye out for the two notable bridges – the big cable-stay road bridge with lots of names including the Suez Canal Bridge, Egyptian-Japanese Friendship Bridge and Mubarak Peace Bridge; and the El Ferdan Railway Bridge – a swing railway bridge. It seems such a shame that the road bridge, build no doubt at a huge cost, has remained closed to traffic for many years due to security fears.

Along the banks of the canal we spotted several murals:

Roughly half way down the canal we passed the city of Ismailia, where there were a couple of large resort hotels on the banks of Timsah Lake. Not long after sailing across the lake, we passed a 50 meter high memorial dedicated to the defence of the canal against the Ottoman Army during the First World War.

We sailed across the Great Bitter Lake, and on into the southern section of the canal.

Late in the afternoon we reached Suez at the far end of the canal. Here the pilots and other canal men left us – some being precariously lowered from our still moving ship in their small launch.

As we sailed south in the Red Sea the sun set on what had been a long and interesting day.

That evening was the first of our 15 theme nights on this epic cruise – an Egyptian Night. Carol and I dusted off the costumes we had worn on earlier in the year on the 80 Days cruise, and like last time we elected to eat as usual in the restaurant rather than face the noise and commotion of the buffet and party around the main pool. We did venture up there for a few minutes after dinner, and I took a few snaps:

Sharm El-Sheikh, Egypt

Early the next morning we sailed into our third Egyptian port, Sharm El-Sheikh. I awoke and popped out onto our balcony just as we approached the huge quayside, empty apart from the now familiar fire engine.

After breakfast we went out onto the top deck to take some photos of the harbour looking very serene in the early morning light.

Carol and I have only visited Sharm El-Sheikh once before on the 2017 World Cruise. On that occasion I went snorkeling on a ship’s tour in the morning, and we took the shuttle bus to Old Sharm in the afternoon – you can read all about this in my post W1702 – Almost Egypt.

This time the shuttle bus was taking passengers to New Sharm, and for something to do we thought we would take the ride. It turned into a bit of a performance – we had to take one shuttle bus across to the port gate, where every one had to get off. We then crossed some rough ground and steps to a small security hut, where we and any bags went through scanners, and we then had to wait for a new coach to arrive to take us on to New Sharm. I understand that for later coaches, passengers simply reboarded the same coach – which meant they could leave any bags on the coach, making the whole security check a complete waste of time and effort.

We were surprised at the quality of the road we drove along – a vast dual carriageway with at last four lanes in each direction, and we wondered if they ever have enough traffic to justify this.

Arriving in New Sharm, I have to be honest and say we were very underwhelmed – it is very much a tourist beach resort, and we found little to inspire us. After a short walk around and a few snaps, we made our way back to the coach stop.

Clearly we were not alone with our thoughts, as despite the early hour, the coach was half full for the journey back! After going through security again at the port gate, we simply walked back across the quayside to our ship, taking the chance to take some more photographs on the way.

We simply spent the rest of the day on board the ship.

That evening we did not sail until 11:00pm, long after we were safely tucked up in bed and fast asleep.

Safaga, Egypt

Very early the following morning we sailed into our final Egyptian port, Safaga. Knowing this to be one of the least attractive and least interesting ports we have ever visited, I simply did not bother to get up out of my nice comfortable bed to see or photograph our arrival. Regular readers may remember that I joke about producing a coffee-table book featuring photographs of the ‘scenic’ ports that Fred. Olsen has taken us to over the years, Safaga with its cement works right alongside the ship, and all the dust that it creates everywhere, would certainly feature heavily both inside the book and on the cover! Here is a reminder of its beauty:

The reason the ship comes to Safaga is for ship’s tours to the Valley of the Kings – these are a mere 13 hours long, and again eye-wateringly expensive. I am sure you will not be surprised to hear that we did not book one, or leave the ship all day. Once again we were delighted to hear that another batch of crew members had been able to take the tour to the Valley.

That evening the show was put on by a local Egyptian folk company. Carol and I had seen a similar show just a few months before on the 80 Days cruise, and as the clocks were going forward that night we preferred to have an early night. Incidently we think it was a poor decision to advance the clocks that night, after passengers had returned shattered after such a long and arduous tour – better to have done it the next night after a day at sea.

It was not until 11:30pm that we set sail for our next port of call, Jeddah in Saudi Arabia. This will be another port were we do not leave the ship. Our lack of adventures there, and in some subsequent ports also, will feature in my next post!

Postscipt

This morning, the sea day en route to Jeddah, we decided it was time to put up our Christmas decorations – including the glass ones we bought in Malta. We also opened the Christmas Cards from family and friends that we had brought with us.

We also changed over the decoration that we put on the outside of our cabin front door. On this cruise, up until now we had an African one, and for now we have replaced it with our Christmas one. It works out quite well, as leaving Egypt means we have now left Africa, and will not be returning to that continent until after Christmas!