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Finding Cheryl.. But first!!

Barcaldine did not let us down..,

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Some of the findings and facts we discovered while we waited for Cheryl in Barcy:

  • it's quite easy to kill our Coat of Arms especially on quiet, narrow roads on dusk - we nearly sent a couple of skippies to heaven prematurely, the emus were a bit further off the track!
  • Skippies are only worth $10.00 per scalp to the local Council, whereas wild dogs and dingoes are up to $35. A wild cat scalp only brings in about 60c.. hardly worth the bullet!
  • It was once thought that there are more wild cats in Australia than people but, you'll be pleased to know that there are only about 2 million!
  • The roads outback would be empty except for Grey Nomads and road trains

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  • There seems to be a 'set of rules' for being a bonafide Grey Nomad: a caravan (better if you have those expandable types) must be pulled by a big to very big 4WD with lots of extra tyres, water containers, and, most important, a massive bull bar. Both bodies in the vehicle must be middle to old aged and there must be one of each sex. The male, of course should be the driver. (Jen & I fail on all counts but we love our rig!)
  • PS TO Barcaldine - we counted 94 Grey Nomad rigs in a 4 hr drive from Barcaldine to Morven... imagine the number on some of the more populated roads!!
  • Without the water from the Amazing Artesian Basin much of the inland would be completely uninhabitable.. so many towns only survive because of those bores sunk into that life source (Barcaldine is only one of them!)
  • The Great Dividing Range is NOT the range that hugs the east coast of Australia but the range that separates which way the water flows: east to the coast, west to Lake Eyre system.. we found bits of the Great Divide as far west as Jericho and Tambo!!
  • We have discovered Ed Sheeran..

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First a bit of background...

Cheryl and her sister, Suzanne are part of the Iningai Aboriginal tribe: 'Their territory includes west of the dividing range to Longreach; south along the Alice River, north to Aramac and Muttaburra. The Iningai were one of the largest Aboriginal tribes in the central west and were said to be a very tall people, some well over six feet tall.'

Their grandparents bought some land nearly 100 years ago from the white establishment in Barcaldine where Cheryl grew up and now lives (crazy, hey.. considering these people belong to the land for over 15000 years!) Jen & I met Cheryl when she came to teach at Wondall Heights SS nearly 20 years ago. In 2014, Cheryl and her two youngest children moved back to 'country' and she has built up a very successful cafe called Ridgee Didge. It is right on the main highway through town.
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Another vision she had was to establish a hostel for disadvantaged Aboriginal kids from remote communities where all the kids know is violence, substance abuse, neglect and very little hope of getting out of the cycle. After two and a half years the Alice River Abiriginal Hostel is up and running with 24 teenagers living in 3 dongas around her family home. The students get Abstudy which pays for their uniforms, food and some extras but there is a huge shortfall. At the moment, Cheryl is footing most of the extra bills. This is where Jen & I thought we could maybe give a bit of a hand. Once we find Cheryl, we'll know more!!
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Finding Cheryl's sister, Suzanne.. what a woman..

Cheryl's sister, Suzanne came back to 'country' about the same time as Cheryl did. Both women are passionate about who they are and want to make a difference in this community. Let me report that they are well on their way. Suzanne has been working on developing some cultural day tours and a Women's Spiritual Retreat. We were invited to 'try out' one of the day tours with the aim of taking some photos for a website and act as a sounding board for the concepts she is developing.
We were blown away by this rare experience we engaged in. We can't fully describe the day, the photos may help but we came back knowing that we had been privee to a deeply spiritual encounter with sacred sites, ceremonies, bush medicines and a woman who has deep connections to her ancestors who belong to this land.
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Finding Cheryl..

We arrived back in town around 5pm, had a look at Suzanne's Art Gallery Shop (she is an excellent artist), and sat down at her husband's Laughing Emu Pizza Cafe (he's English, she's aboriginal, they have a Pizza Shop!!)
What should drive past but Cheryl's bus.. and Cheryl driving it! We had pizza together, talked about what she is dreaming and how we can help then had to go home to bed because she had driven 12 hours straight from Brisbane that day and was getting up at 4am the next morning to drive 12 students back to Lake Nash for a family funeral. Lake Nash is in the Northern Territory (a 17 hour drive without stops!!) Why can't anyone else drive the bus, you say? (So did we!) Because Cheryl is the only one that community knows and trusts. She is the one who flies out there to collect the kids at the beginning of the term and safely returns them for holidays. She is a dynamo and we feel honoured to have had an insight into both these women's lives.
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Helping.. and home...

Being 'little helpers', both Jen & I went out to ask the question: How can we help? What can we do? What do they need most?
Well, we have a dozen or more practical ways that we, and our friends and family, can get involved. Let that be the subject of our next Blog. We are home safe and sound having travelled over 2500 kms but the washing, the cleaning of the amazing car, the sorting ourselves out awaits...

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A Camping we will go.. a camping we will go..

So near and yet so far away...

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Memoirs of our Westward Wanderings

First Installment

It pains me a bit to share this true tale of travel with you... it has been a rare thing for me to have something to say when I am lying on my back in a cosy, but damp tent with the rain splattering on the canvas. But, here's the truth. After weeks of fine, mild, glorious weather in Brisbane after Cyclone Debbie did her worst, we decided the dots had all lined up for a jaunt in the country in our trusty ASX packed to the hilt with our 'camping gear'! (More like 'glamping' really.. at last count we seem to be surrounded bu no less than 7 pillows.. who's the Princess?)

We found it really hard to make the move out of the life we have created in Brisbane since we retired to become 'grey nomads' if only for a couple of weeks! Our daily routine at home has been full of all sorts of pleasures and commitments as well as our beloved Muffie & Grace to love and cherish. But, the hankering to be close to nature and see the moon rise, the stars shine brightly, the peace of the great Australian bush and to smell the campfire burning drew us northwards... but not that far!!

First Stop: Camping by the Mary River near Kenilworth

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Our plan was simple. Get to the Mary Valley and find a spot to camp by the Mary River for two nights before moving onto Hervey Bay to catch up with Angie's parents. We chose the first camping ground we came to: a Kenilworth dairy farmer has opened his stretch of the river to basic camping (just a few porta-loos scattered around the place). Being the intrepids, we didn't settle on a spot on the easy access side of the river. We found a beautiful grassy knoll high above the gently flowing trickle BUT, across the stream. Let's just say at this point, we hadn't checked the weather forecast. When the only other campers in this vast space packed up and left, we cheered. Then the rain started. Only drizzle really but a bit of drizzle all over the Mary Valley catchment causes the river to rise. We were more than happy to bunker down for the day with plenty of reading matter as well as access to the internet.
However, when it kept raining and we saw the banks of the river spreading, we realised that we had made a small error of judgement. We were only delayed for an extra day however and we managed to pack everything up dry thanks to the warm sunshine that we were blessed with on our third day of our jaunt.
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Second Stop: in the Mary Valley but not camping

To try to understand why we have not moved on from this area of our state, one must realise that I grew up in these parts. I lived, with my dearly-loved adopted parents and my brother, Allan, high on a hill in Gympie. Dad was a dairy farmer's merchant and sold all things Dairy to local farmers. We were regularly regaled with Dad's insights into the life of the 'cow cocky'! 'Sold a milking machine to What's 'is Name from Brooloo today. You know, the one who's wife went off with his best friend!' 'Who's This from Calico Creek was in today.. sold him a new chain saw.. you know, he's the old bloke from Amamour's brother!' ''Got to go to Moy Pocket tomorrow. The old codger's got trouble with his irrigation pump!'
And if Mum ever asked for details about 'What 'is Name', 'Who's This' or 'The Old Codger' we would be given the family history of the bloke but still no name. Dad was terrible with names but great with local gossip.
In all the years we lived high on a hill in Gympie, we never went with Dad on one of his jaunts into the Mary Valley. It was work. I can only remember venturing into this undulating country for a church sports day or Sunday School Picnic. I just wanted to see this dairy country after leaving Gympie and never returning in 1968. The sad thing is that there seems to be very few dairy farms left which really hilights the plight of the dairy industry.
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Third Stop: Camping in the Cania Gorge

I'm not going to make this a competition... BUT, who has ever heard of Cania Gorge??? Now that we have spent a couple of days there, we can now join the ranks of the 'knowers'! It is sort of in the same vacinity as Carnarvon Gorge and was probably caused by the same geological happening. It is worth a visit even though it is not a patch on the amazing Carnarvons. We had a great camp site (even hot showers and flush toilets) and the bird life kept us in good spirits. We toddled up a few cliffs to check out caves and views and stuff.
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We were in Cania Gorge on Mother's Day and shared some loving reflections of the women who shaped our lives. How blessed we both were to have women who loved God and lived their lives to honour Him.

Second Installment

We have moved onto Barcaldine (over 1300 kms from home). Why? I hear you ask when you were just there last September when the heavens opened and the gutters were rivers. Well, we have a friend called Cheryl Thompson who we used to teach with at Wondall. She has moved back to her country where her mob roamed free. She is working to make a huge difference here among the disadvantaged students who live on remote indigenous settlements around the outback. She has set up a Hostel here in Barcy where she brings these wild, troubled kids and provides them with a safe home environment (including a house carer). She provides uniforms, meals and entertainment but the one thing they have to do is go to the local High School. She is partly funded by the Government but is always looking for more support. We want to help so here we are!

HOWEVER! Cheryl is not here so we wait...she's been at a Tourism Do in Cairns and we seem to have got our dates muddled. She is supposed to be back tomorrow night... we can only wait one more day..
In the mean time: we have DONE BARCY! We cannot believe the quantity and quality of things you can do in Barcaldine... the majority of the grey nomads that we have stumbled upon seem to manage to hop out of their rigs, read the signs, look at the amazing structure under which the poor dead tree once thrived, go to the public facilities and drive on. We are the exception!! (Not necessarily out of desire but rather need!) We have mosied into every shop (even bought some stuff such as local fresh meat, bread rolls to die for, magazines that you never see in the city, discount pants and the rest!) Did you know that this town once had 66 pubs during the shearing days? There are still 5 operating.. we have not imbibed in any of them!!
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We haven't just been sucking in the Barcy atmosphere, we decided to drive out to Lara Station (45 kms south of Barcy) and pitch our tent beside the amazing Wetlands. We have not been disappointed! The photos tell the story. There are over 80 species of birds That have been identifed around here.. we have spied 14 of them.. going well!!
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Look! We are sitting out in the Matilda Country beside a fire as the sun sets in the west where only the brave and the grey nomads fear to wander AND WE HAVE NBN!!! Three bands sometimes so we are going to publish this just because we can... more on the life of Cheryl when we find her!!

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Farewell to Asia!!

Last leg and home!

Farewell to Asia

Shanghai: a very big place

We are here to report that our time in Shanghai was very satisfying. We arrived in port around 7am and all 3100 of us eventually put our feet on Mother Earth again. We were booked into 'Regal Shanghai East Asia Hotel'. We were travelling with Don & Ann-Maree who had foreseen trouble and had a Chinese crew member translate the name of the hotel and the address into Mandarin: very smart. However, we seemed to manage to hire a taxi driver who couldn't even read mandarin so it was a rather anxious trip. We had all booked a day tour beginning at 10am so when we were still driving around the bleak, busy expressways of Shanghai at 10.15am, we were getting a bit edgy. Good news: we eventually arrived safely at the hotel (which was built as part of the massive, amazing Shanghai Sports Stadium: how did the taxi driver not know this hotel?) and met our respective guides and set off to see the sights.
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Ellie was our English-speaking private guide and we even had our own personal driver. We were determined to spend quality time in this huge metropolis of 25 million people (more than the number who live in all of Oz!) it was a grand day, except it drizzled but we managed to see the sights and even do a little shopping in Nanking Mall. The highlight had to be the iridescent, radiant lights on the amazing buildings and the reflections on the river at The Bund. This stretch of promenade has to be seen to be believed. Traditional-style European design buildings down one side of the river and the most modern striking buildings on the other side.

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There is SO much wealth in Shanghai. We didn't shop at the 'fake fakes' markets (too hard basket) but we had a Designer Outlet 'real fakes' Complex near our hotel and the prices were mostly more expensive than Australia. We did manage to find a couple of bargains and keep warm and dry. We were sad to have to farewell our English friends, Simon, Sue and dear 80 year-old Mary. We have accommodation in Cambridge next time we go to England! For something completely different, we travelled to the Shanghai airport on their very fast train.. it got up to 432kms/hr and took 7 minutes to go 70 kms.. hair-raising!!
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We had an overnighter from Shanghai to Sydney: another great flight. The A330 is a comfortable plane made even better with good service and noise-cancelling earphones!
Best bits: Singapore, Shanghai, meeting new friends... and returning to this beloved country we are blessed to call our homeland!!

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Read the small print!! And do your homework!!

Insights into Asian Ports from a Cruisey Point of View!!!

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The Gadabouts are on the open seas again and are trying to regain a sense of humour and equilibrium after frenetic land days in the Asian Ports of Ho Chi MinCity, Nha Trang,Hong Kong and Naha.

FIRST PORT: HO CHI MIN CITY (Saigon) Vietnam

Now, you might call us picky but when the advertising for the cruise said that we'll visit all of these places, you would have in your mind's eye that the ship might just dock within cooee of them. Well, here's our first experience of not reading 'the small print'. Our cruise ship, magnificent as she is, docked at a place called Phu Mi. We chose to do a morning onshore excursion to see some of the local Vietnamese village life: a Buddhist temple which was filled to overflowing with women worshippers, a local market where most of the traders were half asleep from their early 4 am start, a rice paper-making cottage industry and a rice wine demonstration and sampling. This was very informative. However, it was not until I casually asked our guide the best way to get into the centre of Ho Chi Minn City for the afternoon that we realised our delusions. He informed us that we were over 100 kms from Ho Chi Min City and that it would take us a couple of hours to get anywhere near it. We put our tails between our legs and headed back to the ship!
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SECOND PORT: NHA TRANG (Vietnam)

This time it was only 55 kms along 'a spectacular coastline with rocky outcrops and rolling hills' into the 'most beautiful bay on earth with pristine beaches; irrististable for swimming, snorkelling or just relaxing near the shore'! (Note the photoshopped photo below!!) What a load of 'poppy cock'! Whoever wrote this glowing description of Nha Trang has never been to the pristine, irrisistable coastline of Australia. The beaches we could see on the bus ride were covered in flotsam and jetsam probably from fishing boats but most of the drive was littered with half-finished monstrosities of high-rise resorts. We could not fathom how they would ever actually fill these resorts with unaware guests.
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After arriving in the centre of Nha Trang, we quickly found a couple of bicycle taxi riders to take us to the market. It was stuffed with all sorts of fake goods, especially shoes, watches and bags.
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Our drivers patiently waited for us so we asked them to drive us to a reputable, clean, authentic Vietnamese Massage establishment. No problem! It had started to rain but the traffic was manageable. We arrived, it looked ok, we were informed an hourlong full-body massage would be 200 dong (about $20). No problem! To cut a long story short, Jen had an excellent massage by a talented masseus, no problem! I had the busiest massage I have ever had by a slight young bloke who put his hands in more places than expected. I didn't feel violated but, at the end of the massage when he asked for more money for his ministrations, I promptly said no and disappeared downstairs to wait for Jen. No problem! Little did I know that her masseus cornered her at the end of the massage, asking for a tip. When Jen refused, this woman became quite aggressive so poor Jen handed over some cash to get out of there! We found our drivers waiting and escaped. No problem!!!!!
(There are no photos of this experience but here's us escaping!)
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After escaping with our dignity fairly much in tact, we again trusted these patient drivers to guide us to an 'reputable, clean, authentic' place to have some local cuisine for a late lunch before being herded back to the ship. We are slow learners! After about a 15 minute bicycle ride through the back streets with the rain splattering on our glasses, we were deposited at a very, very quiet cafe. There was no-one there, not even staff. There was a very elderly man sitting on a chair who frantically called upstairs. The entire family eventually appeared to serve us but the young grandson was the only English speaker. We are still not sure what we ate (both dishes appeared to be the same with the only difference being a lack of noodles in one of them!) The local beer was cold and the entertainment was amusing. The young grandson had visions of coming to Australia, of starting a Designer Label of clothes, of doing great things. We were glad to get back on our trusty chariots and drive off.
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Our final mishap of the day was, once again based on our trusting natures. When our patient drivers got us back to our pick-up point, we thought we'd be very generous and offer them quite a reasonable payment. The BIG mistake was that we had only negotiated the first leg of our trip not the rest. They were offended by our offer and wanted three times what we thought fair. We were lucky to get away with our lives (and with the rest of the money in our purses!!)

THIRD PORT: HONG KONG (China)

We were looking forward to Hong Kong. I have never been there and all reports were glowing. We sailed into the harbour around 1pm. The weather was fine, the smog was bearable. We were very excited because we had bought a Hop-On-Hop-Off Bus Ticket which gave us three route options around Hong Kong as well as a Sampan ride, a return ferry ride across Victoria Harbour, entrance into the local museum and more!!
We won't 'go on' about it but here's a VERY FINE point that we missed when did our homework for our time in Hong Kong:
We didn't alight from the ship until 2pm, we needed a taxi to get us to the starting point of the bus routes, we chose the Green Route (3pm) which took us through the main centre through the tunnel to the other side of the island to Stanley(4pm). Our Brissie friends, Ann-Maree & Don came with us as far as Stanley. We jumped off the bus, spent an hour wandering along the very picturesque foreshore, enjoying the famous Stanley Markets, watching all the folk drinking and having fun. We decided to move onto the next stop: Aberdeen where the sampan ride could take place (5pm). We had to wait 1/2 hour for the bus (5.30pm) and when we jumped aboard the packed bus, we were informed that this was the last bus back to the depot. Shock, horror! The sun set in the west as we considered the fact that we had just wasted $150 ($75 each!)
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Did I mention the fact that the BIG print on the ticket said, VALID FOR 24 HOURS but the buses stop at 6pm and don't start again until 10am the next morning, one hour before our ship sails off into the ocean blue again!
Did I also mention that Hong Kong was having a public holiday so the roads were clogged, the attractions were stuffed with locals as well as tourists?
Another thought.. by the time we actually got to Stanley, we were hungry, all the cafes were chokers so we resorted to an ice cream bar. I pulled out Chinese Yen (we figured we were in China) but they refused our offer and asked for Hong Kong Dollars (another example of us not doing enough homework!) we paid by credit card and have since discovered that a single scoop ice cream cost us A$8.50 each.

We were determined to end the day well, so we moved with the crowd to the ferry terminal and enjoyed the lights of the high-rise city as we crossed Victoria Harbour where we could get a good vantage point for the 'biggest laser light show in the world'.. By this time, we were starving and needed s toilet.. where else do you go for these needs??
The Laser Light Show was big and busy (10 minutes and that was it!) After spending an hour in The Ladies Market which was frenetic and walking along a street filled with Karaoke singers competing with each other for an audience, we sank into a hot chocolate at Starbucks before getting a taxi back 'home' with our friends, Ann-Maree & Don.
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FORTH PORT: NAHA, OKINAWARA ISLANDS, JAPAN

We decided NOT to have high expectations of the few hours we had in Naha and it worked well. We sauntered off the ship and walked our legs off around this, the smaller city we've seen since we left home; only 320 000 people. We loved our experience of Japan when we went on the MBC School Trip in 2009 so we were happy just to soak up the 'Japanese ' flavour of life. The small boxy cars, the 100yen shops, the markets, the good-quality fabric, the genteel ways. It was a good day.
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We are sailing through a sea of fog today on our way to our last port, Shanghai and we are reflecting on this cruise. i have always said, 'It's more about the journey than the destination!' We have been pampered and cared for SO well on this journey. Cruising is definitely the way to travel if you like to have your clothes in drawers, clean towels every day, your bed made for you, no foraging for food, being treated like princesses, having endless amounts of 'organised fun' to choose from and lots of new friends to make. This journey suits some.
My only concern is: But what about the destinations? Our friend, Ann-Maree calls our 'five minutes' in each port, 'click click tours'. Just enough time to jump off the ship, click a few shots and get back on again: no time to connect with the locals, experience the culture and spend time just being.
I guess we need to 'read the small print and do our homework' a bit better!!
Last Stop: Shanghai (China)

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Gadabout Girls Go onboard!!

Mariner of the Seas: 'The Baby Boomers Boat' (Forget 'The Love Boat'!)

Experiencing life on a cruise ship is quite like being on a floating school camp for the more mature generation! It's very regimented, you have to stand in lines, no-one wants to miss out on a feed, you are given a timetable to follow for each day, there's always the 'in group' who sucks up to the Captain, you are told what to wear to dinner, everyone experiences FOMO and eavesdrops on what everyone else has done, it is ALL about 'organise fun' and, best of all, you are trapped until the end of the cruise!
As you can see we are all decked out in our sailor suits: wonderful what a curling wand and some fresh sea air will do for one's personal presentation! Eil has cosied up to our delicious Captain Claus (who has a famous brother!) and we have enjoyed a balcony breakfast as we docked at some place 100kms from Ho Chi Min City or Saigon as the locals still like to call it!
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Some Random Information

This a Royal Caribbean floating resort has 15 decks, 3110 guests and 1185 crew. There are 10 pools or bodies of water other than the ocean to swim in (we have tried one of the pools so far and it was SO salty that we couldn't drown even if we had the desire to. If you laid down the Eiffel Tower along this ship, this ship would win the prize as the longest! We travel at about 35 kms/hour so it is literally a 'slow Boat to China!'
The average age of the guests on this cruise is 65.. hence 'The Baby Boomer's Boat' and there are over 40 nationalities.
To get an insight into what a lot of people actually DO on a cruise, here's a fact: there are 17 bars to drink at!! We have met a couple who signed up for the Alcoholic Beverages Package for the cruise @ $79/person/day. Pretty damaging to the liver I reckon!
There's this shopping arcade right through the middle of the ship filled with Designer label shops full of old stock they are trying to peddle.
The most amazing thing about the Ship is that it has an Ice Rink.. crazy but true and I have even survived my first attempt at ice skating for about 100 years and did not break a bone!
The number of eggs required to be laid by chooks and brought aboard for consumption is 300 000.. a lot of laying. The quantity of toilet paper must be pretty phenomenal as well. There is a desalination pump turning salt water into fresh in the bowels of this Boat as well. We wondered how even a boat this size could carry THAT much water!
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What you have all been waiting for...

Which brings me to a few tasty observations about a few of our fellow sailors! ...

Now we all need a Captain to lead us through life: we have one onboard this giant of a ship. His name is Captain Claus (his brother did not come along for the ride!) As all Captains should be, he is tall, dark, handsome and very debonaire. He has a swarve, Northern European accent and chats to us everyday, giving us updates and making us feel loved and very safe (in the South China Sea!!) This is done over the ship's loud speaker installed in every crevice of the ship.
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I have not meet him yet to get any intimate details but there is plenty of time yet!
As can be expected, Captain Claus is ably supported by a bevy of useful chaps. He brought them all out at a galah function where champagnes was served and everyone put on their best outfits. There's 'Gopher' the Vice Captain who looked a little awkward about all the admiration of the guests. There's Doc who were have so far avoided, Keith the super-smiling Entertainment Director, Dimitri one of the hundreds of Bartenders (unlike the one & only Isaac of Love Boat fame), and few others.
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Now comes the stories of some of the experiences and folk of the ship we are calling home until next week-end:

As with the more famous 'Love Boat', we were expecting 'romance and comedy on the cruise'.
To our dismay, we have seen a very mild amount of 'love' surrounding us but we have definitely experienced some 'comedy'.
On our second day on board we happened to have lunch with three folk from England. It didn't take long for us to realise we had found a most unique trio: an elderly mother who has driving from the west coast to the east coast of Australia on her bucket list (she's 80!), an hilarious son with a Doctorate and a long-suffering wife with a Doctorate. We love them and have found them several times in the last few days to enjoy a story and a laugh. People seem to get addicted to cruising. these ones do it at least once/year!
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One of the joys of cruising is being told what to wear for evening attire. On the Captain's Party night, it was Formal and the presumption is that everyone comes in party mode. Have a look at these cheery folk! The smiling ones are Brisbaneites who we met back in Singapore and have done some stuff with. One of the issues on board a ship this big is that once you lose someone you may never see them again!! So far I haven't managed to lose a Jen!
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You are probably dying to hear that Jen & I have been caught up in an onboard romance or a mystery that we have helped solve (Love Boat style). We must report a 'no go' in that area. As we have hinted at with a change of name for this rocking ship to 'The Baby Boomer's Boat', most folk are flat out trying to keep up with the constant food intake, let alone have much intrigue left.
We are crossing the South China Sea as I write. We dock in Hong Kong this afternoon. Most of the last 24 hours the ship has experienced strong winds and high waves. I went to Stretch Class yesteday morning but had to leave rather quickly as my equilibrium had left me. It has took most of the day to recover!
We are a little ashamed to be writing this blog under the 'Travelling Light' banner.. we certainly have not been 'eating light'! The food is phenomenal!
We are thankful for the opportunities we have to travel in this wonderful world and to share some of the joy with you.
Hong Kong, watch out! Here comes the Gadabout Girls!!

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