Maiden Voyage Day 12
This was a different kind of sea, my first passage through Caribbean
islands, enchanting interplay of water, clouds, sky and distant landforms.
QM2's extraordinary wake: perhaps an indication of how calm
the water was, I've never seen such a long trail behind a ship.
If the trip was ending far too soon, at least we had some spectacular
sea gazing.
The viewing glass on the floor of the bridge above the upper Observation
Deck. I have seen simliar openings on other new vessels, and confess
to no clue as to the particular advantage this feature might offer,
save a glorious view down the side of the ship.
Churchill's, the ship's cigaritorium. Thanks to Juan's intrepid purchase
of some fine Cubanos in Las Palmas, we were well supplied,
but this was an attractive room, with a lovely smell.
Reflections of modern glory in the Commodore Club.
Deco curves, comfortable chairs, and -- behind those drapes -- a fantastic
view over the bow.
Queen's Room dance band. It was about this time that I realized I had
taken lots of shots of rooms without people in them. And this was our
last formal night of the voyage.
Sir Samuel's.
Chart Room.
Another view of the Chart Room, looking down towards the Veuve Cliquot
champagne bar.
Drinking stars to honor the widow Cliquot.
Detail and wide view of Grand Lobby staircase.
The happy denizens of our tables, splendid companions all.
Subgroupings, permutations and combinations.
The distaff side of our group with our main waiter, Eoghan, a Gaelic
name pronounced "Owen," meaning "well-born." His
combination of graciousness, humor and unflappability smoothed over
any early kitchen issues and made for truly distinguished table service
throughout.
Tomorrow: St. Thomas
To Ship Survey
