More reasons not to go on excursions . . . not only are there other people one has to deal with, but many of the excursions involve things like helicopters (flying bricks), boats (capsizable death traps), and snorkeling (I have no desire to mimic shark bait).
There are St. Lucia sightseeing tours that sound interesting, but they were all sold out, leaving us with the choice of flying bricks, capsizable death traps, or ending up as shark bait.
We ended up deciding to go for a walk along the seawall next to where the ship docked.
Before we get into that, this is us getting into the St. Lucia harbor.
That last photo is of the ship slowly maneuvaring closer (sideways) to the dock. There were two other ships docked there besides us.
The buildings below are all shops, many upscale, to boot. From what I have read, all of the shops inside the cruise line secure areas are owned by the Cruise Lines, and they sell stuff ranging from small souveniers to morgaging-your-house-I-got-to-have-that-diamond-studded-Rolex.
After eating a small breakfast, we disembarked, filled with the intention to walk a number of miles. The fun part was having, roughly every ten yards or so, someone asking if we needed a taxi, and assuring us their rates were the lowest of any of the other two hundred taxi drivers assuring us their rates were lower.
It was a veritable Taxi Gauntlet, and we survived it. Barely.
The intention was to walk a good four miles, and see the sights, but we barely managed one mile. The shots I got, however, were nice. And yes, there be many more in the regular camera.
However, it was clear we would be accosted every few feet by people eager to offer us the best deals we ever had . . . As far as excursions go.
Plus, you know, it was hot. We opted to return to the boat, shower, eat something, and do laundry. Still, I got some interesting photos on the way back.
We showered, ate, did the laundry, snacked some more, and then it was time for our evening meal reservations.
We actually wanted to watch the ship leave port, but we had dinner reservations for 6:00, and so we opted for the meal instead of watching the departure.
But not before taking a few photos as the sun went down. But, before that, a few more photos while the boat was not moving (much).
That’s a panorama shot from our room’s balcony. Or froom the back of the boat . . . I don’t remember.
The full size photos will be better, but those will wait until I get home.
And yes, those panoramas were shot from the back of the boat.
By that last shot, we were moving, but reservations awaited.
This next shot is not very good . . . But Manuel, from Portugal, was. He was our waiter during the sit-down meal we had. Once he found out I was Italian, we were like best buddies.
He brought out a cheese appetizer to go with our bread (we had not ordered it, but it was very good). I then had a delicious Orange Roughy while Melisa had a broiled salmon. Again, very good.
For desert, manuel insisted on surprising us, so adide what we ordered, he also brought out additional ice cream and a slice of Black Forest Cake. It would have been impolite to refuse.
We then had a coffee at the International Cafe’ before heading back up to see what we missed at the buffett. We had missed out on German night.
Well, we almost missed out. We did sampe a few things, as well as grabbing some drinks and additional cookies for the room.
Before heading back to the room, I grabbed a few pretzels and checked out the ice sculpture . . . It was part of a contest where passengers were asked to guess the weight and win prizes.
We did not enter.
And so, another day concluded. Good Night All.
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