Compared to yesterday, today the seas were as flat as ice. Ok, none of that is true. The sea’s are a calm 15-20 feet and the wind has finally started to decrease.
The hall’s have been emptied of barf bags (yes, that’s a true statement. Two barf bags every about 6 feet in all of the hallways, stairwells and lounges. The sad thing was that the numbers decreased during the day so you knew they were getting used…).
We watched a movie, edited photos, and generally did nothing at all.
The worst thing that has happened is the horrible puns that are coming from certain members of this Family.
The one’s Keith is most proud of are:
When hiking down the hill into Grytviken wearing red coats: “Someone should warn the town that the redcoats are coming.”
He also wanted to name this post growlers and groaners. Either one might sink the ship.
It’s good to be the editor so that I can try to keep the bad jokes at bay.
We turned in our mid-cruise review to the reception desk this morning.
Some things are going really well.
For instance, we love our Cabin Steward, Harso. I feel like he is constantly cleaning our room. The second we leave, he slips in and straightens our towels and bedding and wipes down the bathroom. I want him to come home with me. Seriously.
We also love some members of the restaurant staff. Now, several are worse then other but we have two favorites, William in the restaurant and Krishna in the café.
William has our table set to our preferences. He sticks a reserved sign on it so that it is ready and waiting for us when we arrive (which is usually late, go figure). And has three cheese plates with our favorite, blue cheese and a loaf of French bread instead of just the standard rolls. He includes red chili flakes, balsamic dressing for dipping bread, and knows at least one of us will be getting vanilla ice cream after dinner.
Krishna works in the café upstairs and whisks your food away the second you lay down your fork. And he sings while working. He swears that someday he is going to be famous. Drat. I forgot to get his autograph. It might have been a good investment.
However, the wait staff is not informed of the ingredients of each menu item and if you want more specifics, you have to wait for them to run back to the kitchen to ask the cook. And the food is often served cold and you can’t make any modifications to any of the ingredients because everything is prepared in advance.
The food overall has been more of an eh then an experience you would expect on a French boat. To be fare, it’s getting better. And we don’t know if that is because it is actually getting better or if our expectations are lowered.
One Indian cruiser requested Indian food and the kitchen staff gave it a go even though they didn’t have some of the required spices or ingredients. It was really good and the cooks had to be creative and improvise.
My FIL has been invited to dine at the Captain’s Table, we have been included in Marco Polo receptions with the Captain, and had several meals with members of the expedition team.
The captain of the Le Boreal is fantastic. I’ve already mentioned that the ship stops for whales. He also gets off at every port to explore the scenery with us. And the expedition staff are amazing. And they probably deserve their own post. Because this one got long and didn’t even have any pictures.
Definition of Sanity 