Forget the airport, time to go cruisin’

Cruising is not everyone’s ideal vacation, but to do what we will do in the next two weeks without a cruise ship could require no fewer than six airport visits. Not only that, there is also the packing, unpacking, re-packing, boarding passes, bag checking and luggage hauling associated with each stop. The trade off is the length of stay at travel destinations. You rarely get to visit a port for more that eight to 12 hours. For us, cruising works, particularly to a warm location during a Canadian winter.

So, Tuesday we made our way to San Pedro and the awaiting Star Princess. At about 8 AM our luggage was picked up from our hotel room to be delivered to our stateroom.  Just after 11:45 we boarded a motor coach and by 12:40 we were in our stateroom. We had barely emptied our carry-on bags when our checked luggage was delivered. We grabbed a burger for lunch and Gail had her first chocolate ice cream cone of the trip. 

It is interesting to wander about the ship on embarkation day. You needn’t wait long to see the “deer in the headlights” look. There seems to be a conspiracy to confuse as many passengers as possible. Stateroom addresses use a letter to denote the deck and odd numbers for rooms on the starboard side with even numbers assigned to the port side. The elevators, or lifts if you prefer, denote floors by number. therefore, you first need to know that elevator floor 12 has room addresses beginning with “A” then 11 equals “B” and so on down. It seems easy but there will be some still working this problem on day 10. The antics when passengers leave the elevators is equally interesting. There are signs in every elevator vestibule indicating port and starboard sides and the correspondence with odd and even numbers, however there are three columns of elevators some of which face forward and others face aft. Passengers who have associated port with left find themselves quite lost for a moment when they leave an aft facing elevator. I leave it to you to work out why that might be so.

Dinner and the first evening passed quietly. the lounge musicians lill be quite enjoyable if the first experience is any indication. Having injured her left rotator cuff just prior to leaving home Gail is struggling to get it back in shape to dance. Before leaving home she paid three visits to the chiropractor and this morning, Wednesday, spent 30 minutes with one of the massage therapists on board. She managed to negotiate what we will just refer to as “a preferential rate” while we are in the port of Ensenada, Mexico.

We did not disembark at Ensenada but I did take a couple of photos of the dock area. There was only one lonely, perhaps, harbour seal on the rocks. We departed bound for Honolulu at 4:30 PM. There are more photos almost daily and the link is available on the photos page. You should find the link in the top menu. ———————30———————— 

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Why isn’t traveling fun, like in the good old days?

Traveling was fun, once upon a time. There was anticipation and excitement, once upon a time. When did did air travel cease being fun and become what it is today. Not fun. One needs to be a logistics planner and that is just the beginning. 

There was a time when you could book a flight and wait for the departure day. So long as you arrived a few minutes before takeoff you were just fine. Today, a logistics nightmare. 

So the plane is to depart at 9:30 but you need to be there by 7:30 (they say) because you must check in and be screened by security and possibly an immigration agency. You will need to leave home by 6:30. Oh wait, what day will it be? Will I need extra time. And so it goes. When does the fun begin?

The day arrives and the plan got you to the airport. Now begins the game of snakes and ladders that could not have been anticipated because it has all changed since the last trip. The airport is filled with travelers lined up before kiosks. Most clutching documents such as passports , staring with puzzlement at the machines. There may be someone from the airline to assist, but makes very sure you understand s/he really shouldn’t because you’re actually in the wrong place. 

Finally, baggage is tagged for the correct destination and the electronic version you worked so hard to get is unacceptable in the “secure” areas. Really? Nevertheless, another ladder has been scaled. 

Now the checked luggage vanishes through one of the holes in a wall guarded by some folks making sure you really have a boarding pass. Next, you and anything you hope to carry onto the plane walk into the “secure area” to be screened. Here we are thankful we have our NEXUS privileges and are in a queue of 20 rather than hundreds and we are not required to disrobe. 

Now immigration. Where we formerly filled in a little card to certify we were not bringing contraband we now stand before another machine to answer the same questions. However, the machine takes our pictures and prints a card like the one we used to fill out but with a black and white facsimile of our faces printed beside our attestations.

Finally, the only real human turns out to be the immigration officer. We have found the ladders and avoided the snakes (I think it’s a different term these days, something bad about snakes I suppose). 

We have negotiated the game board and 

arrived at departure gate A14. It turns out that the entire departure lounge is a restaurant where every chair has its own 

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iPad to order food and be entertained, complete with a credit card transactor, yes, one per person. Fortunately, a young staff member from Moldova no less, was there to guide our first experience. The food turned out to be quite good although airport expensive.

Boarding was uneventful except of the bag than needed to be removed because its owner failed to board. How can that happen? After a shower from the de-icer, we were off to LA only 30 minutes behind schedule.

A Princess Cruises representative met us at the luggage carousel and escorted us to the location where we awaited the Marriott shuttle. It was very late, about 40 minutes late. The traffic at LAX was insane. This photo does not go it justice. You really had to be there.

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 We arrived at the Marriott LAX to discover a power failure had them manually registering guests. Rather than wait for a room we had the Bellman store our luggage while we went to the restaurant for lunch, Los Angeles time, almost dinner Toronto time. The day is now coming to a conclusion. The sun, yes the sun, is setting but when we were out walking it felt like the mid 20’s C. 

We have registered with our Princess Cruises representative and our luggage will be picked up at 8 AM from our rooms to appear in our stateroom on the Star Princess, possibly before we arrive. Our bus is to depart for the San Pedro cruise terminal about 11:45 AM Tuesday.

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Finally traveling again

Well now, it has been 14 months since this journal was active while we did a road trip to Newfoundland and Labrador but we are about to venture out again. In a few days we will be off to Los Angeles where we will board the Star Princess for a cruise to Hawaii and back. Apparently it is none too soon as today we have snow falling.

Christmas day will occur while we are at sea before we arrive in Hawaii to make four stops. New Years eve will occur just after we depart our last island port. We shall see what we can find to post while away.

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A day in Ft Lauderdale

As soon as the shops were open we were on the move. Strange, I am not sure I have ever been on a Burlington Transit bus but Broward County Transit got us around this day. We have used public transit in numerous cities around the globe but never at home. Hmmmm! After purchasing a day pass ($3.00 for seniors) the #40 bus took us to the Galleria Mall in search of a belt for Gail, or at least that was our excuse. No luck with the belt (we didn’t try Neiman Marcus) but when we passed Santa’s place he quickly came out for a long chat–business was slow at 10:30 AM.

The #36 bus was next. That delivered us to within a few blocks of our next destination, this time for my shopping, Yes I admit it. I have a pair of spiffy new dance shoes on order at home but I thought I would look for another pair for casual and practice. There was a dance wear shop in Ft Lauderdale and I found what I was looking for.

We found a little Italian pastry shop for lunch. The young lady from Verona served us a great quiche, fruit salad and coffee. The guy sitting next to us was wearing a Ferrari logo on his hat and, apparently, actually owned one. I suppose that should not be too shocking in Ft Lauderdale.

We returned, bus #11 this time, to a stop near the hotel where we completed our planned shopping with a wine store stop. Once the packages were back at the hotel we set out again, this time using Ft Lauderdale’s Water Taxi service. The $18 fee was not as good as the bus pass but it was good for the whole day.

The houses and the yachts along the canals are extravagant, even under tow.

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The taxi dropped us off at the somewhat famous Las Olas Blvd shopping area. Still no belt but there was a nice top on sale. We walked on to the Riverfront area to pick up the water taxi again expecting to see an active area with numerous shops. That was how we remembered it. What a change, it was desolate. The only people were boarding or leaving tour craft, the stores were vacant except for a pizza place, an Irish Pub and a cart selling tour tickets and a few snacks. Apparently, the landlord had raised the rent to the point that the vendors simply moved out. Anyone heard that story before?

We had dinner back on the beach strip before returning to the water taxi for a tour of the canals after dark. Many of the homes and a few yachts displayed Christmas seasonal lighting displays. We encountered a little megayacht, “Pacific,” whose ownership is relatively unknown. Check this link.

Friday we board the Ocean Princess and away we go.

It’s still nice and warm!