| Norway Farewell Transatlantic 2001 | Day 14 |
The stern injunction on the tender proved rather hard to obey at times. Lisa and I, resistant to joining Yet Another Line, usually let the bulk of the passenger load precede us. Here we are a mere few as we board under variable skies for our visit to Dun Laoghaire and Dublin beyond.
Leaving the hull. The joy of tendering and seeing one's vessel looming above was adequate compensation for the line we did end up having to wait in.
Norway II, met but not spoken. We on bowmate Bahama Mama are so late getting out that some passengers are returning to the ship for lunch.
My photographs of Dun Laoghaire's ferry terminal were hopelessly dark and forlorn looking, as the sky would have required a splash of color to qualify as leaden, and there were no ships, however odd-looking. The architecture Dublin site does better service to the interesting terminal itself.
In Dun Laoghaire a woman scoffed at me in the street, rolling her eyes towards her companion as we walked past. I had unconsciously assumed the form of an American tourist, my camera draped over my neck and some kind of cheesy corporate logo on my chest. Feeling like an absolute idiot for the rest of the day, I put the camera away and left Dublin without a frame to call my own.
C'etait une histoire: we had been delayed some 40 minutes while waiting for the ship's photographer to get to the dock in time, and Captain Søvsdnes had his eye on us.
A few crew members look up, perhaps more aware of the consequences of delaying Norway's departure than the passengers, who feign nonchalance and pretend we're not looking up.
By now Captain S would have hoped to have our tender swung back on board beside this one.
Under the watchful eye of the master.
Back into the hull, our last time to board Norway in this most intimate of ways.
More signs of voyage's end: the clearance prices on some of the more choice pieces of memoribilia.
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