Not worth an hour

Our “port” today is Raiatea, Society Islands. With a population of around 12000, it has beaches, agriculture, tourism, and a small airport. (that small bit of very flat land right along the shore between the beach and the mountain.)

Again this was a tender port – at least for a ship this size. We were warned ahead of time that the tender ride was about 25 minutes each way.

It was interesting to check a couple of the cruise port tracking sites. All of them listed the two Windstar Ships which come through once a week, of which the Wind Spirit was in port today. It must have been around the island in the same direction as the tenders headed toward because we certainly couldn’t see anything larger than jet skis, some sailing vessels and the usual annoying speed boat.  Of interest – our ship was not listed as stopping here on any of the sites OTOH, this was a fairly late addition when one of the islands nearer Australia wasn’t interested in having a large ship dock.

I thought about it for a vanishingly small number of seconds. Deal with the tender, hang out in a crowd – many of whom don’t wear masks, for about half an hour, wander around for a few minutes, stand in line for an equally long ride back. I took the ship on the water photos yesterday. I might like to see the Wind Spirit (we sailed on her in 2009) but it simply wasn’t worth the investment of time.

Instead – I stitched the Ogre…

and put some time into the frame as well….

 

About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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One Response to Not worth an hour

  1. Ron says:

    On our last cruise we were again eating in the little Bistro on the promenade deck when a large mast drifted past the window on the far side of our ship. It was followed by another mast and another until I lost count.
    I went outside and saw a lovely four master park just behind our behemoth.

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