Leaving Palm
Springs , I rang Nicco given that it might be the last
time I have the opportunity to call before boarding our cruise ship. We won’t have access to phone in international
waters and the thought of leaving my youngest alone in the USA scares me to death. Not for him, but for all Americans. He spent his first night in Las Vegas last night and I wondered if he
might have woken up in a gutter somewhere, or worse…..in some hooker’s
bed. Neither to both (at least that I am
aware of) as he sounded reasonably ok.
As I chat to him on the phone, I will be stuffed if we came
across yet another sign (on top of the missed 2 yesterday) for Joshua Tree
National Park . I
desperately tried to get my camera on my phone to work however it would night
whilst a call was in progress. I barked
down the phone that I would call him back in a minute, hung up, and launched
myself at the camera. Of course…..I
missed the damned sign…..a-freakin’-gain. I stayed perfectly poised for the next
several minutes before conceding defeat. I was not going to get a photo of that
sign on this trip. Good excuse to come
back again I guess. Not that we really
need another one on top of Walmart.
We made better time than expected getting from
Getting the cab to the cruise terminal was, in the least,
interesting. When advising where we
wanted to be taken to, the Indian cab driver had no idea where it was. We were in the same suburb as it so one would
have thought that a cab driver knew where ships departed from. Apparently not. I had to google the address for him on my
phone. Next he advised *insert perfect
korma accent here* “I dun naw wherr dat is.
Yoo naw?”. The Bear and I looked
at each other thinking that our large amount of luggage and Australian accents
might have been a give away but apparently not. After advising that no we did not know, the
Bear suggested that he use his GPS. “I
dun naught huff wun of dem”. We just
looked at each other again, and the Bear passed him ours to use. We never travel without one.
The cab we were in was a mini van as that is what we
required with our amount of luggage. We
had to sit in the back of it to allow our luggage a chance to fit in and this
meant sitting on a bench seat. This is
all very well and good unless you are three parts dwarf such as myself. Whilst the Bear could stretch out and compensate
for the lack of shockies using his long legs, my legs just dangled in the wind
and I gripped onto my seat belt for grim death.
When we got to the cruise terminal approximately 15 minutes
later I actually wondered if I had in fact died and had gone to heaven/hell as
there were zillions of bent over grey headed people wobbling around with
walking frames and in wheelchairs. We
clearly had arrived at the Pearly Gates although I did question why the hell I
would be there as I know that I will be going south. Unfortunately for me, I had not died and gone
to heaven. These people only a heart
beat away from the afterlife were also arriving for the same cruise. We desperately searched the crowds for
somebody….anybody under the age of 100 but alas…..our search was fruitless. We weren’t going on the Love Boat…..we were
going on 2000 Shades of Grey!
I sought comfort in the fact that if the boat was going to
do a Titanic, we would at least be first to the lifeboats, but as we soon found
out, these crotchety old people treated the buffet like the old red light specials
at Kmart. Not only could they move
quickly when they wanted to, they were prepared to kill to get first taste of
the shrimp! Instead of the air being filled with glorious chatter and laughter,
we had the sounds of teeth dropping and squeaky wheels of walking frames. We hadn’t
even left port yet and I was looking for ways to jump overboard.
Getting up to our stateroom I was glad to be away from the
oldies that made my own parents look like teenagers. Our luggage was delivered shortly after
arriving up there and I thought that perhaps once we had our possessions around
us we might feel a little better. We had
worse news to come though. A can of coke
that was in one of our suitcases (so that we could put some in the fridge in
our stateroom) had exploded. Worse
still, it was in the suitcase that housed the purchases from the Honda Centre…..in
other words…..Alyx’s Ducks merchandise.
I just about had a mind out as we dove in to try and save her prized
possessions. Fortunately I had wrapped
the coke up reasonably well, and had protected her Ducks merchandise against
any type of disaster and it did not sustain any damage. All of my boxes of medication didn’t fair so
well but that was fine.
Heading down to the mandatory emergency drill procedures
session, I took note of all of the doors on the way. As a lot of you know, I have no issue at all
with flying, but stick me on a boat and I shit myself. If the Titanic sank then so can any damned
dingy. Alyx’s advice to me was to check
out the doors because that’s what Rose floated on in the movie. And yes....I am saying this tongue in
cheek. I still looked at the doors
carefully though…..just in case. I didn’t
find a wooden door that would suffice however found a coffee table that would
do just fine if the need arises.
Am feeling very homesick tonight. I miss my dogs, I miss our cats, I miss my
kids, I miss my home. Thank heavens for
the Bear. Again…bless him. Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day.
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