At 08:00 this morning I
achieved one of my much sort after goals as the Voyager ‘crossed the line’ from
Atlantic Ocean to Caribbean Sea, completing my first ever trans-Atlantic
voyage. I now have my eyes firmly fixed on the next Marine ambition which will
be over a month in the coming, so watch this space.
No
change at all today as sea, sun and showers prevailed, while there was
not a single bird to be seen at least the 'modelling' for the new
Voyages of Discovery promotional brochure went ahead. There was some
news from home as both Paul Harris and Martin Cade contacted me with
news that the afore published Soft-plumaged Petrel identification was
incorrect. Not doubting either of these 2 eminent gentlemen for one
minute, I will study their findings and comments and make the
appropriate amendments as and when time allows. But for the time being,
the day was spent in part 'birding' (or maybe more accurately
'non-birding) and taking a closer look around the ship.
First on the scene was DENNIS CRUZ one of the ships Pursers
As BRIAN DAWSON and I discussed the prospects for the day.
Literally, we have seen more RAINBOWs than birds these 2 being the 8th and 9th.
Ever was it thus, so no surprise
that we have an element of the Perpetual Moaning Brigade onboard despite all
the staunch efforts of our catering and domestic staff. A word on this matter
before continuing the story as the food here has been of the highest quality,
prepared to ‘high end’ standards and presented by a staff of true professional
who certainly know just what they are about. At the other end are our Cabin
Stewards who keep our accommodation spotless and well supplied with all our
needs, cleaners who simply never seem to stop working and bar and waiting staff
who would be totally at home in any major hotel ashore.
Under the watchful eye of the Catering
Manager these DECORATIVE SALT-BREADS are baked then ‘varnished’ as decoration
for the food counter lay-outs. What price then when one Old Dutch summoned the
Manager to complain that the bread was stale and impossible to eat. Not
surprising thought he as he noted she had cut the tail off of the Crocodile!
The SCOTT LOUNGE
with the man himself along with his Oppo's watching over things.
An invitation to the BRIDGE was not to be missed, but with the added bonus of the personal guidance of CAPTAIN NEIL
MAIN CONTROL PANELThe view down to the FORECASTLE
'Iron Mike' AUTOMATIC (and Manual) STEERAGE CONTROL
RADIO ROOM
Peter the OFFICER of the WATCH at the time of our visit
Peter makes a small adjustment to our course and speed as the Duty Security Officer looks on.
FIRE and GAS ALARM PANELS
Captain
Niel checks my Longitude by Chronometer before committing it to the
plot (yeah that would be right). Finally this afternoon and just before
dinner we were treated to a vocal extravaganza by the
VOYAGER VOICES
a
healthy group of passengers who, under the direction of Paul Lyon the
ships Musical Director, have formed a choir of magnificent proportions.
It was truly unbelievable - WELL DONE ONE and ALL!