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Ketchican
We are bound for Ketchican and there is a softness surrounding our voyage. Two dolphins passed by our cabin as they trolled for food in the wake of our great ship. Most of the passengers are recovering from a rough night on the sea. The rolling and tossing of the ship have left everyone a little green around the gills - somewhat in competition to my luminous jade skin.
Today is another Alaskan Port - more lugging around of souvenirs and mementos no doubt! I don’t mind really but I would rather sit on the deck and watch the kaleidoscope of nature entertain me but then I wouldn’t be doing my job, would I?
Disembarking I see the massive brown eye of a bald eagle in the town - impressive! Is this a message? This tourist destination feels tired. It’s like the town is ready to roll up the red carpet and prepare for the winter. Sure, there are forced smiles and most are happy to accept money or plastic from the swarm of visitors.
Return to Vancouver - the end of an era
Shades of grey are the morning greeting. The sky blends into the grey sea as soft grey clouds dot the horizon. The greyness is a bleak reminder that the cruise is nearly over. Does this grey palette represent mourning of a journey? Or does it remind us of the greyness of our existence?
We are smack bang in the Pacific Ocean. Moderate seas and a gentle sway of the ship are indicators of our voyage. Reality causes my emotions to plummet, aware of the impending conclusion. I try to overcome the helplessness of floating on the sea of discontent.
Splashes of colour invade the grey as we move past a small village on the coast. The bleak reality of the day is passed and a calm acceptance of the end of cruise has set in. A grassy knoll protrudes from the icy water. We are now counting down the final few hours of our journey.
A helicopter beats the air like an oversized mixmaster. From a distance it looks like a dragon fly on steroids. The watery highway of the inlet allows a smooth passage along the north coast of Canada. Spruce forests have been cleared for large houses dotted on green banks off our starboard bow. A magician’s dark cloak brings in the night as we prepare for the evening. The atmosphere in the cabin is mellow. It seems that there will be packing in the early hours and I will once again be filled with my Mistress’s precious belongings.
We are bound for Ketchican and there is a softness surrounding our voyage. Two dolphins passed by our cabin as they trolled for food in the wake of our great ship. Most of the passengers are recovering from a rough night on the sea. The rolling and tossing of the ship have left everyone a little green around the gills - somewhat in competition to my luminous jade skin.
Today is another Alaskan Port - more lugging around of souvenirs and mementos no doubt! I don’t mind really but I would rather sit on the deck and watch the kaleidoscope of nature entertain me but then I wouldn’t be doing my job, would I?
Disembarking I see the massive brown eye of a bald eagle in the town - impressive! Is this a message? This tourist destination feels tired. It’s like the town is ready to roll up the red carpet and prepare for the winter. Sure, there are forced smiles and most are happy to accept money or plastic from the swarm of visitors.
Return to Vancouver - the end of an era
Shades of grey are the morning greeting. The sky blends into the grey sea as soft grey clouds dot the horizon. The greyness is a bleak reminder that the cruise is nearly over. Does this grey palette represent mourning of a journey? Or does it remind us of the greyness of our existence?
We are smack bang in the Pacific Ocean. Moderate seas and a gentle sway of the ship are indicators of our voyage. Reality causes my emotions to plummet, aware of the impending conclusion. I try to overcome the helplessness of floating on the sea of discontent.
Splashes of colour invade the grey as we move past a small village on the coast. The bleak reality of the day is passed and a calm acceptance of the end of cruise has set in. A grassy knoll protrudes from the icy water. We are now counting down the final few hours of our journey.
A helicopter beats the air like an oversized mixmaster. From a distance it looks like a dragon fly on steroids. The watery highway of the inlet allows a smooth passage along the north coast of Canada. Spruce forests have been cleared for large houses dotted on green banks off our starboard bow. A magician’s dark cloak brings in the night as we prepare for the evening. The atmosphere in the cabin is mellow. It seems that there will be packing in the early hours and I will once again be filled with my Mistress’s precious belongings.
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