Friday, December 10: Nassau, Bahamas

Thursday, December 9: Day at sea

This morning’s server did bring me a bran muffin, but not toasted. As the Rolling Stones said, “You can’t always get what you want.”

We attended the luncheon dinner theater Presumed Innocent, an improv comedy show about a murder aboard the ship. This was a lot of fun and the audience participation is what made it so.

We were able to reschedule the show we missed the night before. Contrary to the one we say in April, this Legends performance featured Steven Tyler, Katy Perry, and Elvis. This high-energy show kept the audience hopping and clapping to the music. I commend the impersonators; not only did they sound like the originals, but looked and moved like them as well.

I finished reading Nada, A historical thriller by Arthur J. Penn. I learned a lot about Fascism in Italy and Spain, something I knew very little about. This is a good read, which I recommend.

Friday, December 10: Nassau, capital and largest city of the Bahamas

We docked at noon and took off for another snorkeling adventure, the Seashore Sail and Snorkel, that promised visiting two reefs and unlimited rum punch on the return trip. Even though we only went to one reef and had inferior drinks, it was a wonderful excursion. The moment I put my face mask into the water, I was in a colorful undersea world surrounded by a school of Sergeant Majors and other tropical sea life. There were cyan-colored fish with golden-yellow spines, stained-glass looking aquatic animals, blue tangs, huge angel fish, tube worms, fan coral, brain coral, and a coral that look like giant cauldrons. At the reef, there are poisonous or toxic marine life, and we saw the stinging wasp, the Touch-Me-Not Sponge, branching coral, bearded fireworm, and black urchins.

The water was choppy, but we floated easily with the life vests. We were glad we took our personal snorkeling gear with us.  The float tubes on the snorkel prevented saltwater from getting into our mouths; those using the gear provided by the crew found it more difficult to peer into the underwater world. After an hour, I was shivering and glad to board the catamaran.

After dinner, we packed our bags and I won our tie-breaking Scrabble game.  After a week at sea, both of us look forward to returning home, eager to start writing and preparing presentations.

Wednesday, December 8: St. Thomas

Wake-up call at 6 A.M. At breakfast I asked for a bran muffin. Our server asked why I would order that. Apparently she dislikes these so much that she does not serve them; instead, she brought be a pastry basket, which I did not want.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERABy 8:15 we were cued up on the pier in St. Thomas for the Champagne Catamaran Sail and Snorkel to St. John. Even though it was raining, the trip was not canceled. The all-female crew on the Adventuress was strictly business as we set sail. They explained how to use the on-board toilet: “If it doesn’t go through your system, if won’t go through ours.” Once everyone was geared up and trained, we jumped into the blue-green water to see sea turtles, sergeant majors, gar, other tropical fish, sea urchins and a little coral. Dennis and I agree that the fish are more plentiful and varied in Cozumel, Mexico. I think the waters are warmer there too.

On our return trip, the crew served cheese, fruit, and French bread and drinks. They made a great rum punch with pineapple, orange, and guava juices. There were also beer and champagne for those who preferred. With the music cranked up, the booze, the sun, and the sails billowing, it was a short, but happy, ride back to port. To date, this has been the highlight of our week as sea.

Tuesday, December 7: St. Maarten

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAShortly before 7 A.M. the change in the engine’s drone as it entered Marigot Bay awakened me. An hour later the St. Maarten officials cleared the ship, and the crew lowered the gangplank for passengers to disembark in Philipsburg, the capital of St. Maarten.

After smearing ourselves with sunscreen and eating Eggs Benedict for breakfast, we were ready to spend the morning in ashore. We walked the boardwalk (Front Street) to the end, skipping the $7.00 round-trip fee for the water taxi. We were looking for an internet cafe, but most restaurants and bars were either unopened or without OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAWIFI. Paralleling the boardwalk is Back Street, shopping Mecca for most passengers who are looking for good deals on luxury items, such as watches, jewelry, linen, and Belgium chocolates. Among these high-end establishments, typical tropical souvenir sellers barked their goods. We passed the courthouse topped with a pineapple, a symbol of welcome for the city’s visitors.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAAt last, we spotted a McDonald’s displaying a huge Free WIFI sign. I searched for a table near an electrical outlet while Dennis ordered an OJ for me and Coke for him. In no time at all, we had a five-bar wireless connection, but we never managed to connect to the internet. We, and many other Epic passengers, left disappointed. Since the stores on  Cannegieter (the street behind Back Street) catered to locals, we took an alley connecting the streets and found a small restaurant with WIFI. I sipped a mango smoothie while Dennis sampled the local beer, Caribe, which is served with lime.

We returned to the ship to change clothes, slobber on more sunscreen, and grab our tickets for the Historical Philipsburg by Bike excursion. After getting fitted with helmets and bike, the tour leaders led us around us around the bay, up a steep but short incline to the old Fort Amsterdam, build in 1631. When the tour stopped for a drink, I tried the Presidente, the other local beer. Since I don’t normally drink alcohol when biking, Dennis finished the drink for me. At one point, I car squeezed me so much that the passenger door hit my handlebars; I backed off and stayed up, but maybe I would not have kept my balance had I finished that beer.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAOur guides, Yost from Denmark, and Mike from Canada, informed us about the island’s history and local customs. I particularly liked their concern for our safety and attention to details. I have taken biking excursions in other countries and found this one to have superior bikes and equipment.

Following the day’s activities, we both were too tired for that evening’s entertainment, Legends in Concert. Since we had seen these celebrity impersonators on the transatlantic voyage, we were not too disappointed to forgo the show.

Cruising the Caribbean

20131208_173401Saturday, December 7. At 7:00 A. M O on Saturday, my sister, Doris drove us to the Cruise Connection pick up point (McDonald’s on Cattleman) where we started our Caribbean Cruise. Unaccustomed to rising so early, Dennis was “off” most of the day, unable to sleep on the 4-hour bus ride to the Norwegian Cruise Line ship Epic. Boarding was easy and we soon were in our balcony stateroom. While Dennis napped, I toured the ship, joined in the open-deck festivities, and worked out in the gym, which was empty during the afternoon. That night, we attended the Blue Man Group show. Since we saw this show are the same transatlantic crossing in April, we did not expect to enjoy this presentation as much as we did the first time. What made it different were the kids in the audience, who laughed, giggled, and begged to be chosen for participation in the show. After the show, we had a late-night meal and returned to be rocked by the ship’s gentle sway and the ocean sounds.

Sunday, December 8. This morning, I went to the gym while Dennis slept in. I did about a 15-minute workout with weights followed by enough time on the exercise bike to burn off the caloric equivalent of a slice of bread or a glass of wine. After breakfast, we lounged on deck, then sat in the outdoor jacuzzi, talking with fellow travelers. I marveled at how relaxed I was. One gentleman told us he as about 270 days of cruising, but not all with NCL. Had he been “traveling like a Norwegian” all those days, he would be a gold star member. This title has many perks, including free booze. Guess loyalty to one cruise lines pays off.

Around 4 P.M., the captain announced that the crew had extinguished a fire on the 14th deck, complimenting their skill and rapid response. He then stated, “You SHOULD NOT, CANNOT, MUST NOT, MAY NOT, WILL NOT, SHALL NOT throw anything off the ship. The fire was caused by a cigarette that was casually thrown off one of the higher decks.” With all the cameras on the ship, I wonder if they caught the person who cautiously tossed his butt overboard and threatened all our lives.

20131208_192615This evening we attended the Cirque de Soleil Dreams and Dinner show. Though the food is mediocre, the performance is outstanding, probably one of the best acts I have seen. Dennis was chosen for audience participation. He had to ring bells with five other guest when the MC pointed at him. Those who know Dennis understand that Dennis has no sense of rhythm, making for a lot of laughs. There is one sexy scene with an acrobat in the bathtub—use your imaginations. One women juggled a cello, a female contortionists did amazing things is a super-sized champagne glass, acrobats, clowns, and muscle-men all worked to delight us. I have no sense of balance, and am amazed at what these people can do on a rocking vessel.

After dinner, I challenged Dennis to a Scrabble game. I won the toss and went first. Unfortunately, the only double value word I could make was the single-letter word “I.” In the end Dennis won, 198 to 194. Since he wanted to relish his win, the rematch will not be until tomorrow.

During the night, we turned our watches forward an hour. I was surprised that we had traveled this far east. The stormy seas kept me awake for most of the night. The boat would crash into a wave with a loud TWANG that reverberated throughout the ship like a frisson running down its spine. Around 7 A.M., the exhaust fan cover fell with a loud metallic clang onto the shower floor. From that point one, I was awake, though I would have liked to sleep more: my body an hour behind. As I age, I am not a flexible to time changes, and probably more rigid in a lot of other ways.

Monday, December 9. Quiet day at sea. Worked out for a while, and then relaxed for the remainder of the day. I finished one mystery thriller (Desecration by J.P. Penn) and started another. I have missed reading for pleasure; there is nothing like escaping to a world created in the author’s mind. Isn’t it strange that I am a nonfiction writer, but enjoy reading fiction the most?

After supper we watched an improv comedy routine that was not very funny. Back in the room, I slaughtered Dennis in a Scrabble rematch. Guess we’ll have to play one more game.

September 7: Sarasota

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAWe left Amsterdam for the US via Aer Lingus. We had a short stopover in Galway, Ireland, and then a 8.5 hour flight to Orlando, FL. There were many babies on the flight. and it seemed as if they were in a crying competition–the din gave Dennis a headache.

There was a pre-clear US Customs and Immigration in Galway that eliminated Customs in Orlando, making disembarking from an international flight so much easier there than in Miami, where, in 2011, we spent more than an hour in line to go through Customs; the non-citizen travelers were delayed even longer in queues that did not move quickly.

Thanks to the streamlined Customs, we drove out of the airport in a rental car within minutes of arriving. Two-and-a-half hours later, we surprised my parents. As the unknown car pulled into the yard, my mom wondered who was visiting. When she saw us, she started crying–shocked, but as delighted to see us as we were to see them.

After 140 days away, it felt wonderful to return to our Sarasota home.

Thank you all for following Dennis and me on our journey. It was a pleasure writing for you and receiving your comments and words of encouragement.

September 7: Amsterdam

Why is Amsterdam so noisy. Its 4:30 A.M. and the city is keeping me awake. Does the din have to do with the low altitude, the tall stone buildings, the long wide streets?

People’s voices are amplified; someone talking on a cell phone appears as if they were speaking into a megaphone. The tapping of a cane is an offensive rat-tat-tat on my eardrums. Cars rumble by for what seems like ages.

Friday night party-goers yell and giggle, but when I look out the window, I can’t see them; they are so far away, and yet so loud.

Add the underlying city din and the noise level is excruciating–I don’t even hear Dennis’ snoring. I long to be back in a quiet locale.

September 6: Amsterdam

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThis is the West Tower, the tallest tower in Amsterdam, 85 meters (279 feet). The West Church was purposely built by Protestants in 1620. Rembrandt is buried here. In her diary,  Anne Frank mentions listening to this church’s bells while she was hiding in a storage building across the street.

As I write, the clock tower on the Rijksmuseum near the hotel where we are staying plays Fur Elise to announce 3:45. It plays different songs each time it rings. Luckily it does not chime during the night.

Amsterdam has 165 canals — with a combined length of 100 km (60 mi.) On this morning’s tour of the canals, I learned that 15,000 bikes are fished our of the canal annually, along with 10 cars and 51 dead bodies–mostly men who urinate in the canal, fall in, and cannot get out. Of interest, is that 50% of Amsterdam’s population is under 34 years of age and that 75% of the homes are owned by singles, maybe because they are so narrow.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThe tour guides discussed Amsterdam’s architecture several times.Various forms of gables helped distinguish the old narrow buildings, as did various decorations. To the right is an example of a step gable. Other styles include spout, step, neck, bell, and cornice. Some gables include scrolls and ornamentation; others have markings that indicate what was stored in the warehouse, such as coffee, beer, meat, etc.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThe red brick portion of  the tower on the left  is part of the old protective wall, Montelbaanstoren. The decorative tower and clocks were added in 1606. Since each of the four clocks did not keep accurate time, which caused the bells to ring indiscriminately–or not at all– the tower became known as “Silly Jack.” The tower now houses Amsterdam’s Department of Sewage and Water Management.

In Amsterdam, taxes are based on the width of the property, not the height. According to Iamsterdam.com “The narrowest house in the world is located at Singel 7. The house is a meter (about 40 inches) wide — barely wider than its front door. But appearances can be deceiving! The Singel-facing side is actually the back of the house, and the front is much wider.”

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThis is a masthead from the replica of the 19th century merchant ship, the Amsterdam, now located at the National Maritime Museum in Amsterdam. Each year Amsterdam has a theme to attract tourist. Next year, there will be a Tall Ships Race.

Amsterdam is the second largest port in the Netherlands.  It is located on the bank of a former bay named the IJ and the North Sea Canal.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAReturning from the port, the tour boat took us on a canal where you can see seven bridges. We also traveled up the Gentleman’s canal. Here the wealthy would purchase two land plots and build one home, often with two front doors. The Herengracht is a museum depicting the homes and lifestyle of Amsterdam’s rich.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThere are approximately 2500 houseboats on Amsterdam’s canal, some are made of concrete, some are slabs with what looks like a modular building, others are more elaborate. Imagine having a home where tour boats drive by all day and people are constantly peering in your windows.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAAfter the tour, we browsed through the tulip market. Too bad these flowers don’t grow in Sarasota, they are lovely. I would love to plant some of the giant varieties.

We snacked near the market and watched as people strolled by. It seems almost every nationality was represented; Amsterdam is really an international city.

 

 

September 5: Amsterdam

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThe Netherlands is the most densely populated country in the world, and Amsterdam is its capital and most populous city. In addition there are the tourists. According to Wikipedia, “Amsterdam is one of the most popular tourist destinations in Europe, receiving more than 4.63 million international visitors annually, this is excluding the 16 million day trippers visiting the city every year.” As you can imagine, there are people everywhere. As we sat having dinner and people watched, we concluded that this has to be the city with the tallest people. A  Google search confirms our suspicions: the average height for all adults in the Netherlands is 6 feet 1 inch (1.85 m), making them the nation with the tallest citizens. I wonder how they navigate the almost perpendicular stairs.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAWe walked about 9 miles around the city. First we went to the Verzetsmuseum (the Resistance Museum), spending hours reading all the information and personal stories. After dinner, we strolled over to the Red Light District (RLD). On the way, the setting sun illuminated the architecture and canals (right). Once in the RLD, women clad in skimpy outfits (but nothing that could not be seen on Florida beaches) stood like mannequins or moved suggestively in large-paned window. The area smelled of hash, booze, and men. There were peep shows, strip bars, and adult toy shops. Surprisingly, the area was replete with bars and international eateries where men and women sat sipping a drink or eating dinner. There were tour groups with guides explaining the area sites. Since they spoke a language I did not understand, I could not tell what they were describing, but I am pretty sure it had nothing to do with the women, since people were looking at buildings and statues.

 

September 4: Amsterdam

Bicycles at Nijmegen train stationAs we approached the Nijmegen train station, we saw bicyclists looking for vacant spots in the multi-floor bike park. Imagine how much energy is saved in the Netherlands just with bike use.

It is strange for me to look for bike traffic; several times, Dennis had to yank me off the bicycle path. Unless riding for sport, most commute riders (and their children) do not wear helmets. Most bikes are older models equipped with baskets or panniers. Only a few have lights or reflectors.

Amsterdam Central Train Station We arrived at the Amsterdam Central Train Station around noon. The town’s cafe-lined streets are full of pedestrians (many tourists), trolly cars, and bicyclists. We passed several museums such as the Medieval Museum of Torture, Madame Tussauds Wax Museum, the Sexmuseum, Van Gogh, and others. We also walked by several Ben & Jerry’s; somehow I managed to resist the call of Double Fudge Brownie, thinking that there must be a Dutch delight in my future.

Maureen at the Tourists Office was very helpful in finding us a room and telling us about the various “must see” tours. We plan to visit Anne Frank’s house, the canals, the Red Light District (for Dennis’ sake), and take a walking tour, which we enjoyed doing in Galway and London.

We are staying at the Hotel Museumzicht in the Museum and Fashion District. To access the lobby of this ancient hotel, you need to climb what is probably the world’s most steep interior stairway–10 risers to the front door, and then another 52 to our room. We are staying on the “first” floor overlooking trees below. (See right below.)

After a delightful Indonesian dinner, we schlepped over to Anne Frank’s house. I cannot imagine living in the annex attic for two years, as she did. At thirteen, when she went into hiding, her friends recall that she was a leader, vivacious, bubbly. Once in hiding, she had to sit still and not make any noise. We are lucky her diary and writings were saved and that her father had the courage to publish them.

For the first time in about six weeks, I am warm; it is about 80 F and sunny. Perhaps this is why I love Amsterdam so much.

 

September 3: Nijmegen

2013-09-03-Nijmegen-video 028Since we left Miami on April 20, we have visited 13 countries, about half of the Western European countries: Madeira, Spain, Portugal, England, Wales, Ireland, No. Ireland, Scotland, France, Luxemburg, Belgium, Netherlands (Holland), and Germany. We took ships, ferries, trains, buses, and bicycles, or we walked; today we rode a draisine, a pedal car on an old railway from Groesbeek, the Netherlands to Kranenburg, Germany, about 20 km (16 mi) round trip. We cycled by cattle, sheep, horses, and goats; past cornfields, vineyards, strawberry beds, and acres of OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERASwiss chard. I recognized oaks, birch, chestnut, and mountain ash. At one point, Dennis stopped to pick ripe and juicy blackberries. Though pastoral, the ride was far from tranquil; Dennis an I had to yell to overcome the din of the car wheels on the rail. To listen and see us experience this unusual form of transportation, click here.

We spent about an hour visiting Kranenburg, a 13th-century town. We entered the Gothic cathedral, St. Peter and St Paul, which is very light and airy compared to others we have seen. It has a beautiful stained-glass window and two golden side altars. The one pictured below features the life of Mary.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAThis Catholic church has been a place of pilgrimage for over 700 years, because of the legend of the Holy Cross. In 1280, a boy took communion and found the wafer too difficult to swallow, so he spat it out into a tree hollow, and then confessed his transgression. Twenty-eight years later, someone found a wooden crucifix in the same tree; believed to be a miracle, people have made pilgrimages to see the cross.

The town takes its name from the local crane sanctuary and the symbol of the town is the crane.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAAfter returning to Groesbeek we took the bus to Nijmegen. There we walked around the city, visiting several parks, the old center, and the traffic and railroad bridges that cross the Waal River. Preventing the Germans from destroying these bridges was an objective of Operation Market Garden.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAWe sat in a cafe sipping on a Leffe Dubbel, a dark beer. Lisa, our server spoke English with an American accent; she helped us select our dinner. As we people watched, we realized that there are more women in Nijmegen than men. The university in town teaches the social and academic programs which do not attract many men. As you can imagine, Dennis enjoyed looking at all the young Dutch women.