Between A Queen and a Diamond

Wednesday morning was our time to check out of our stateroom of the Queen Elizabeth and check in to our Holiday Inn hotel room for two days before checking in to our stateroom on the Diamond Princess. We have started to explore Sydney again.

We are beginning to figure out the subway system. Our hotel is four stops and one train change away. Our train change happens at the City Hall station which appears to be one of the busiest. Five of Sydney’s eight subway lines converge here, looping around the central business district. At City Hall it looks like there are six levels of platforms below ground. That said, upon arriving on one train you may be able to see the platform for your next train but need to go up to the top on one escalator then back down on another just to cross the tracks, so to say. The scenery on the subway is not so great.

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Conversely, there are eight ferry lines radiating from Circular Quay that offer rather scenic commuting throughout the harbour and along the Parramatta River. We have not yet tried the bus lines although there appear to be too many to mention. Perhaps we will get to them on our return from Tasmania. All of these services are ticketed through their OPAL system. One very interesting element of this system is that is supports variable time of day rates, daily and weekly maximums. There are other transportation services in the area that allow charging through the OPAL system but are outside the Sydney system maxima.

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During our intermezzo in Sydney we renewed acquaintance with The Rocks, Darling Harbour, Circular Quay, The Queen Victoria building and the mole city surrounding it. While looking for a place to have lunch we saw a sign for a food court. Upon entering we ascended a five level escalator where there was indeed a food court. In fact a whole shopping centre. Even more interesting, as we descended to level three we were again at street level, then again at level two, and one. Sydney is somewhat hilly and it seems that one might avoid climbing hills on the sidewalks by using the escalators inside buildings. I wonder how long it will take to figure this out?

Here are a couple of photos of The Rocks, Manly and the Queen Elizabeth building.

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The stained glass and diorama clocks are among its unique features.

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Stories out of school

Our stateroom is referred to in the booking information as a “Partially Obstructed Balcony” which means that some part of a survival craft or its associated mechanism is the first thing you see off the balcony. On most ships and particularly on long ocean voyages there is little to see from balconies anyway. For 18 days we have watched our obstructed view and survival craft have twice been lowered into the sea to function as port tenders while at anchor and once for crew exercises while at a berth. For all of those days we have been somewhat mystified by an apparatus, sitting above the boat davits, that showed signs of extreme rust in a geared track and a bucket, partially full of oil, mcgyvered to hang below a motor. Attached to the outboard extremity of this apparatus  is something that appears to be a folding gangway. Two questions: what was it for and in its condition, would it even work?

Friday morning in Auckland we were awakened by the noise of motors, grinding gears and grating sounds. The pattern repeated numerous times. We watched from the balcony as the mechanism moved outward, ground to a stop, retreated inward then outward slightly farther than the previous stoppage. Gradually the rust was overcome and the gangway was lowered to the dock where it was positioned to bring fresh supplies into the lower decks of the ship. 

When we later returned to our room it was clear that someone had spread grease liberally on the gears and tracks. Before sailing the gangway and its balky davits were easily returned to their storage position. Here is a photo collage.

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Our stop at Bay of Islands was very pleasant. There was very little wait time for tender service to the Waittangi shore. By the time we arrived most of the tours had begun and we had the choice of a 25 minute walk or free shuttle bus into Pahai. We opted to walk. We purchased water at a shop on the way and enjoyed the beautiful weather. 

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A group of Maoris were performing in a small park near the waterfront at Pahia and several travellers were co-opted into their performance. The town was not overly crowded. Souvenir shops, eateries and realtors lined the streets. More vendors could be found along walkways that threaded between the auto-roadways. That was where we found a pleasant little sandwich shop about lunch time. We returned to Waitangi on the shuttle bus and returned to the ship early in the afternoon. There was time to soak in the hot tub while watching sail craft, para-sailing and tour boats in the bay.

How much does a suntan cost? The sun is available to everyone and there were more than enough loungers on the deck so the answer should be “nothing”. Watching a few passengers tanning technique provides a different answer. There were a number of travellers who seemed to lay out on deck regardless of the availability of sun but as the sun warmed, the outerwear vanished, bodies glistened with sunscreen of something and bar stewards attended. My calculations estimate that over a three week cruise the tan may have cost more than $800, excluding sunscreen. Oh well, I suppose it’s good news for the cruise line.

Sunday and Monday we were at sea en route to Sydney Australia. Sunday was a beautiful day at sea with warm, sunny, dry weather and smooth seas. Monday could hardly have been more opposite as we traveled through the northern Tasman Sea. By the time we came along site the Overseas Passenger Terminal on Tuesday, February 27 the nice weather had returned.

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Tuesday morning was scheduled for inspections by Australian Border Security people. Cunard, in their wisdom, scheduled visits to officials first by urgency to disembark for tours then by deck of residence in ascending order. What could be simpler? Our deck, deck 5, was called to the theatre in preparation for inspection ashore. while enroute to the theatre an announcement was made that there was no longer a need to stage disembarkation via the theatre. By this time we were with others committed to entering the theatre at the lowest of its three levels. Without method of escape we were held captive while Cunard staff explained to guest after guest after guest that no-one would be allowed back into the ship until all passengers had completed inspection, a fact that was in the paper documentation received by all and announced repeatedly over the public address system. Next, other than leaving the ship on deck 1 as originally planned, we were now directed back through the ship and up to deck 3. Once Cunard stopped messing around, Australian Border inspection was a breeze.

Cunard was, however, not yet done with us. Upon returning to the ship with plans to have lunch on board, many of us discovered we could not board at the planned time. We were given boarding sequence numbers then shuttled from place to place within the terminal building for nearly an hour. We were later to discover that Cunard had not planned for the eventuality that some 40 or so passengers felt that for some reason they could ignore Australian officials and simply stay on the ship. So the 400 or 500 of us wishing to re-board the ship had to wait while Cunard rounded up the strays and herded them to inspection.

After lunch we again set off to wander the harbour area. Sydney has a public transit system that includes bus, train and boat. They also have a “Tap and Ride” fare payment system that works quite well. One of our first stops was to pick up an OPAL card and shortly thereafter we were on a ferry heading to Darling Harbour. We found there were many changes since we first visited 10 years ago. There has been a lot of new development and the number of ferry stops reduced. We walked around Darling Harbour from one ferry stop to the next. the northern end of the harbour is currently being redeveloped. Parts of the eastern and western shores were familiar but most was either under development or already redeveloped into condos and businesses.

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Melbourne: Cruise Port to Airport

It just struck me as interesting. It’s Cruise Port not Cruiseport and Airport not Air Port. I know, I know, we drive on parkways and park on driveways. 

Dawn Princess arrived on time Tuesday morning in Melbourne. We had said our goodbyes to table companions and waiters the evening before but we did encounter our Junior Waiter again at breakfast. After that it was a hurry up and wait day. Two big suitcases were, hopefully, making their way dockside as we cleared the last of our belongings from the stateroom so Rodel, our steward, could make it ready for the next guests. Now it was wait time, along with about 900 others leaving the ship in Melbourne. Disembarkation was orderly as usual and we were among the last to walk off. By 10:45 we were on a coach heading for Melbourne’s Tullamarine airport.

Wait time! No Air New Zealand personnel at the desk until 3:30 PM. How to kill nearly 4 hours at an airport, hmmmm? Oh goody! Check-in time, Hurry up, let’s be first. Wait time! How to kill 3 more hours at an airport AFTER clearing security. The only good thing was that we seemed to be in between the morning traveller rush and the evening rush. Security and customs areas were almost empty. Wine time! 

Ah ha, our airplane arrived and close to on time. Boarding commenced with wheelchairs and baby strollers first but somehow as a result of bizarre placement of lounge benches and  corral tapes we ended up with the pre-boarding group. Why not, we deserved it. Now, being first on the plane we wait some more.

Only 30 minutes late off the ramp but only 15 minutes late on arrival in Auckland, thanks to winds aloft. Air New Zealand did have what they referred to as a meal on board, The smell was enough to put me off. Give me rough seas any time. Gail was braver than I and tried something called beef and noodles. A bread roll and sweet cake went down and the rest went back. 

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The overhead sign in the airplane just needs a slight change.

Quite amazingly, we were quickly off the plane and even more amazingly our luggage was in the first batch to arrive on the carousel. Yes! By the way, I think the world’s largest duty free liquor store is between the gates and baggage pickup at Auckland airport.

Passport control took but a couple of minutes, now on to agriculture control (or whatever they call it) Gail always carries packaged snack food with her to manage her blood sugar. The chap at the first inspection station could not get his mind around “packages of ritz crackers with cheese” so we were re-directed to secondary inspection for the first time ever. The lady at the inspection station took one look at the bag of snacks, shook her head in disbelief, asked a couple of additional questions then shooed us off to X-ray. Yep, both coming and going in New Zealand. Looking forward to the body search on exit. We really hate air travel these days.

Our Supershuttle van and driver was awaiting his passengers of which we were two and it was easy to find. Auckland has “day time” and “construction time” on their roads. Fortunately, traffic was very light at 1:30 AM and we were at the hotel before 2. During checkin Gail indicated she was hungry and our order for pizza and wine went to room service before we started for our room. We needed a user guide for the elevator. “Insert and remove key card then select your floor.” Sounded simple enough. Figured it out eventually.

Finally, dinner…and sleep.

Adelaide

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We had a really pleasant autumn day in Adelaide. Lovely and sunny with mid 20°C temperatures. We didn’t actually make it into the city of Adelaide, having visited before we opted for a stop in Port Adelaide, where we had not been previously. So, after a leisurely breakfast we came down the gangway, through the terminal and across the street to the train station. Envious of Australian seniors who were able to ride for free, we anti-ed up our $3.10 (each) for a 2 hour ticket. The train arrived and departed right on time and about 10 stops later we arrived in Port Adelaide. 

The train platform was well above the street level and the only apparent access was by way of an inclined ramp that snaked back and forth seemingly endlessly. Once on the main street we followed the crowd to the water’s edge where there was a large building containing what I would call a permanent flea market. Gail actually found a book she hadn’t read for an amazing $2 price tag. The port is a dolphin habitat and there are tour boats offering to take anyone out to visit. The small town boasts several museums. A maritime museum, airplane museum and a railway museum.

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After browsing the buildings and side streets we approached the railway museum and decided to take a look. They took pity on us and only charged us seniors rate even though we lacked an official Australia seniors identification. As soon as I get a stable internet connection I will upload photos of about two dozen locomotives and other rolling stock. We found it quite interesting in many ways. Some of the “more modern” carriages were remarkably similar to some we had traveled in during our 2007 visit to Australia. Gail had the opportunity to see the inside of her first caboose. 

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We continued our leisurely walk through the town. Based upon the number of vacant shops, the town has seen more prosperous days. However, there was plenty of street traffic particularly as we moved away from the waterfront to less “touristy” areas. One unexpected sight was this 1959 Edsel parked near the flea market.

We grabbed a couple of small bags of  McDonald’s fries then climbed the endless, zig-zag ramp to the train platform. Once again the train was right on schedule and, being honest folk, contributed another $3.10 (each) to the transit system. We made it back to the ship in time to get lunch and do a last load of laundry before starting the homeward trek on May 6.