Happy Birthday QM2.
Ten years ago today, Her Majesty The Queen
gave this ocean liner its name and we will celebrate in style with a special
birthday celebration dinner followed by
the 10th Anniversary Royal
Ascot Ball.
Unfortunately, I left my fascinator at home
in Aberdeen so I am already under dressed, but look forward to the
festivities. The staff in the Queen’s
Grill is helping build the excitement with their secret menu and their delight
in watching those who have made the voyage before realize they can’t plan what
they are having for dinner while relishing their lunch. Normally, when you are
handed your lunch menu, the last few pages include the choices for dinner,
until today, when empty golden pages greet you instead.
BTW, just in case you feared for our lives after reading yesterdays post…
we did not have 12-15 meter waves…
my metric ignorance was once again exposed
as Ren Man clears it up below.
Also, the photo of the propellers standing
guard in the front of the ship were mistakenly referred to as re-purposed when actually,
they are known as the Commanders Cuff links and
are spares for the ship.
Although, I have plenty of photos to share with you, the amount of time it takes to download and
post them is becoming quite cumbersome, and with only three days more on the
ship, well, it will have to wait.
Here is the…
Ren Report
The Queen Mary is an amazing ship, which
you cannot appreciate until you are crossing the North Atlantic in early
January with 18 to 20 foot seas and near gale force winds.
After two days in to the passage the winds
shifted to the northwest and increased in force, which pushed the seas to a
height that would challenge any other ship.
Early Tuesday morning at about 4:30 we were
woken by a crew announcement to assemble an assessment team on the bridge. There were follow up messages with an all
clear given at about 5:00 AM. There were
very few details on the incident however rumors abounded as to what the
incident was. At this time the seas have calmed a bit but are still rough at 7 1/2 to 12 feet as we edge toward Southampton, UK.
Meanwhile…
the sun is setting on the vast Atlantic and
that tartan blanket has wrapped itself around me as I place my bet on the sun
to beat out the clouds as it falls beyond the horizon.
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