I wrote on December 5th about our first and last port of call. Not actually a port . . . Princess Cays is a resort on the island of Eleuthera, and it may be interesting for some reading of its history (the island, not the resort).
Princess Cruises owns the resort, but there is no port, and the Royal Princess anchors offshore (difficult to anchor onshore), tendering the passengers to the resort.
At first I got excited, imagining a people-sized tenderizer, but no . . . tender in this case means to service a ship, usually ferrying people and or supplies to and from shore.
By the way, I just found out the Royal princess was built in Monfalcone by Fincantieri. Monfalcone is not that far from where I grew up, and while my memory is often faulty, I believe I went there once or twice. If not, I’m sure I will be corrected. Regardless, Monfalcone is about a half hour ride from where I spent most of my time in Italy.
Back to Princess Cays . . . here you can see the people onshore getting ready for our visit . . .
Or, you would see it if you either clicked on the picture to open a larger version on a new window or tab, or if you went to the SmugMug Gallery HERE to look at the full size version of the photo.
Here you can see the chairs waiting for cruising asses to land upon them . . .
This is the first tender heading ashore . . . it may include some of the crew from the ship, as the white hats seem an unusual thing to have in common with so many people in one place.
Eventually we too headed ashore; something that, for reasons that will be obvious, we did not do on our second visit there.
This is the next tender waiting in line to pick up passengers. The tenders kept up a constant stream of trips for either new people going ashore, or people going back to the ship.
This is the view of the ship as we headed ashore . . . the second photo shows where our room was, just to the left of center, with center being the magnetic compass (the thing covered with the blue tarp).
By the way, those tenders are the lifeboats (if it’s not apparent). All them hatches can be close down, making the thing waterproof. There are also provisions to hook them up in tandem. Luckily, we did not have to test them out other than to use them to go ashore at this one place.
As we neared shore, we could see people already enjoying the beach and shallow warm waters.
And here we are, on . . .
Honest, there is not much there for two people such as us . . . so I snapped a few atmosphere photos . . .
. . . some semi-artistic shots of the boat offshore . . .
. . . the map of the place . . .
. . . and a few flowers (only one presented here . . . the others are on the original post).
By the way, Princess Cays was the first of the two rain showers we got caught in during this trip. Only lasted a few minutes, but it got us a bit wet.
This next shot is of something that made me shake my head . . .
Imagine, if you will, going to a beach and renting one of these one-room cabins. They are air-conditioned, have a sofa a few chairs and a table, and two lounges . . . all for a mere $200 for the day (or the length of time the ship is here).
Now, imagine you have, less than a quarter mile away, a room you already paid for, air conditioning, a pool, food, and anything you might want, except for a beach.
It don’t make no sense.
Here’s another artistic shot of the ship.
. . . plus one of the swimming beaches at the resort . . .
. . . a couple paddle-boarding . . .
. . . and some fish attracted by the bread a few people were throwing at them . . .
About the only thing that caught my interest were these things . . . at first I thought they were for the beach, but I think they are meant for the water.
As interesting as they were, I did not see anyone using them.
Princess Cays was interesting insomuch that I marveled at the desire of people to sit on a lounge chair on land as opposed to a lounge chair on the ship.
We headed back to the ship after an hour and a half, and before the big barbeque event that was planned. We figured the buffett would be almost all to ourselves . . . and it was.
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