We had an excursion to the Krka National park and all of its offerings, but the ship seemed to be hesitant. The Captain turned us around twice, as if trying to decide where he was going. Finally he came on the loudspeaker and apologized for bothering us, but the wind was gusting so high, he couldn’t take the ship into port safely and they were trying to decide if it was safe enough to tender. After about an hour, he announced that he was sorry, but it would not be safe.
In the meantime, the seas are growing more and more calm, but he said it wasn’t so much now as at 4:30 when we were scheduled to leave. It was this ship’s first visit to this city and he was nervous about the pass. He apologized, but there was nothing that could be done about it. Also it was a national holiday in Croatia and most of the shops and restaurants were closed because of this. Bad timing all around.
In the meantime, I was calling the people who had expressed an interest in a dinner at one of the specialty restaurants and getting that organized. TBG was wandering the ship and he returned. He wanted to go and see if the photos from the night before were ready and they weren’t, so we checked out the little shop instead. I picked up a couple new tee shirts – like I need more tee shirts and a polo shirt. Then I picked up a couple of future cruises, so we could start planning our next cruise.
At that point, the Captain came on and said that the weather was to take a turn for the worst and we were leaving. Of course we sailed out to smooth water and calm conditions, something that changed very quickly soon after. I now know why he was concerned. It got quite blustery and rocky for a bit, although it quieted down around 2:30. Bruce and Judy came down and we yammered for about an hour before decided it was time for a little sustenance.
We spent the afternoon quietly enough, napping, reading, and what not. It may sound boring, but there is little to do on the ship if you aren’t into bingo, gambling or line dancing. We watched the rain and TBG watched a movie, whose name he never did figure out and I wrote postcards. We like the Pacific for this very reason. After the never-ending pace at home, it is nice to just stop and breathe.
Eventually, it was time for dinner, but we thought we would check out the Elite Lounge… whee, what a disappointment. It used to be at Sabatini’s, but they moved it to the lounge and whomever was performing was not my idea of perfection. He was far too loud, too talky, and too techno. My god, I’ve become an old fart…
After about fifteen minutes, we’d had enough and headed down to the main dining room for dinner. This evening I played to one of my weaknesses and ordered the Fettucine Alfredo as an app, then had a cream of corn with spicy sausage soup and diver’s scallops over a bead of white beans and green beans. It was very different. TBG started with a shrimp cocktail, then shared my app and soup before his pork chop arrived. It came with roasted potatoes and green beans. It was very moist and succulent. During dinner, the dining room captain tried to convince us to do the Chef’s Table, but after five times, we passed. The Captain brought us the menu and it was basically unchanged, which cemented our decision even more.
Afterwards, we wandered around a bit, then headed back to the cabin. TBG was in bed for about five minutes before he was out like a light, but it took me a bit longer. It is hard for me to find a comfortable position in this bed and my back is grumpy in the morning. I did have a lovely Doctor Who dream, though, so that has to count for something.