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Our cabin is magnificent and the view unforgettable and evolving. Announcements were made for life boat training and all gather on the "boat" deck (such a v e r y nautical thing) for a roll call. Mistress looked the goods in her bright orange life-vest but I did wonder if there was one my size somewhere in the cabin! After counting, the ship made its way out of Vancouver, under the Lion's gate Bridge, toward Queen Charlotte Strait.
In the early morn I rubbed my eyelets and realised that we were closer to the shore as we cruised the Inside Passage. Our luxury liner coasts like a navy blue and white monster along a predestined route. The sun crests the yard arm (and I am not sure if we have a yard arm but it sounds very sea-going - don’t you think?) and I peek out on to a moonlight bay. The coastline is so close I could almost reach out and touch it - I wonder if I have to fill out a form for that privilege? The eerie sound of the fog horn heralds our presence. The misty cloak of the sea rolls lazily across the channel as my Mistress breathes (loudly) next to me. I look at a solitary light in the distance and wonder who lives there? And why do they live there? How do they live in such isolation and then quickly remembered the pushy-ness of the smelly city and the sea air beckons an educated response.
Entering Queen Charlotte Strait I become excited about the advent of Hecate Strait as the ominous air of rebirth pulses around us. I wonder for a moment if we will sink and if my Mistress will take me into the life boat or will I dwell forever at the bottom of the sea along with other derailed mementos. I shake my straps and get that thought right out of my flaps.
The roll of the ship indicates that we are in the open sea. The wind whistling around the wooden decks trampled by motivated walkers and sprinters is a place to soak in the movement of the vessel. Two sea birds coasting the air drafts just above the crests of the foamy swirl - they are death-defying in their pursuit, almost taunting the ocean to lick them from their vantage. The white caps are unable to slap them from their lofty vestige and we continue with our stroll. We cross the north-eastern Pacific on our second day out of Vancouver heading for . . . . who knows? I'm just a backpack and nobody taught me to read itineraries!!!
Our cabin is magnificent and the view unforgettable and evolving. Announcements were made for life boat training and all gather on the "boat" deck (such a v e r y nautical thing) for a roll call. Mistress looked the goods in her bright orange life-vest but I did wonder if there was one my size somewhere in the cabin! After counting, the ship made its way out of Vancouver, under the Lion's gate Bridge, toward Queen Charlotte Strait.
In the early morn I rubbed my eyelets and realised that we were closer to the shore as we cruised the Inside Passage. Our luxury liner coasts like a navy blue and white monster along a predestined route. The sun crests the yard arm (and I am not sure if we have a yard arm but it sounds very sea-going - don’t you think?) and I peek out on to a moonlight bay. The coastline is so close I could almost reach out and touch it - I wonder if I have to fill out a form for that privilege? The eerie sound of the fog horn heralds our presence. The misty cloak of the sea rolls lazily across the channel as my Mistress breathes (loudly) next to me. I look at a solitary light in the distance and wonder who lives there? And why do they live there? How do they live in such isolation and then quickly remembered the pushy-ness of the smelly city and the sea air beckons an educated response.
Entering Queen Charlotte Strait I become excited about the advent of Hecate Strait as the ominous air of rebirth pulses around us. I wonder for a moment if we will sink and if my Mistress will take me into the life boat or will I dwell forever at the bottom of the sea along with other derailed mementos. I shake my straps and get that thought right out of my flaps.
The roll of the ship indicates that we are in the open sea. The wind whistling around the wooden decks trampled by motivated walkers and sprinters is a place to soak in the movement of the vessel. Two sea birds coasting the air drafts just above the crests of the foamy swirl - they are death-defying in their pursuit, almost taunting the ocean to lick them from their vantage. The white caps are unable to slap them from their lofty vestige and we continue with our stroll. We cross the north-eastern Pacific on our second day out of Vancouver heading for . . . . who knows? I'm just a backpack and nobody taught me to read itineraries!!!
Click on my holiday snaps to see a bigger picture .
Left to right:
The Dam BIG ship - MV Zuiderdam at Canada Place - Vancouver.
Again!
Vancouver Harbour looking out the starboard side - to the west I think.
Sunset reflected in the Wall Centre - Vancouver
Left to right:
The Dam BIG ship - MV Zuiderdam at Canada Place - Vancouver.
Again!
Vancouver Harbour looking out the starboard side - to the west I think.
Sunset reflected in the Wall Centre - Vancouver