Our ship remained at the port for nearly two hours such is the red tape etc and it took some time before the penny dropped for the cabbies. The person I felt most sorry for though was the guy who had set up his little postcards and souvenir stall on the dock....he cast a lonely figure standing there looking up at us, tourists who would not be touring.
At last we were back in Europe.....we could use Euros, no more "funny money " or expensive mobile phone prices. This was Greece and specifically Crete, for us a first visit. Following Heraklion would be a day in Athens always a great day out.
Friday the 21st April was Valletta Malta the penultimate port of call of the cruise. We had been looking forward to a first visit here, but the temperature had dropped to the low teens.....this was serious cold and time to discard shorts and T-shirts. Ouch! Perhaps booking the tour on that open topped bus was not the smartest thing to do.
So that's it, well almost. We will have a day in Lisbon Monday the 24th , where the priorities may revolve around the splendid cafes famed for the custard tarts.
I think I should have attended the onboard seminars on "Secrets to a Flatter stomach" or perhaps the Body sculpt boot camp, I did think about it.....honestly I did.
When we arrive home it's really going to be a shock as after crossing three oceans plus many seas it's going to feel strange spending most of our time on land. It's quite possible we may be observed swaying from side to side whilst walking, such is the effect of our seaborne time.
Looking back we have been to many interesting ports of call in this incredible journey and we have visited some fascinating historical sites. Always we have had very knowledgeable local guides but I do have to admit that I didn't always pay attention to the latter. Perhaps it's an age issue but after a few minutes listening to to tales of the ancients or details of the local economy my brain switches off. I figure in any case I can always check out Wikipedia ( I doubt I will anytime soon though)
One thing I did find odd though was the preponderance of tour guides to sing to us en route back to port. I can recall songs in Japanese, Korean and Arabic, none would I want in my personal music collection though, I could not even remember the lyrics, if that's what they were, they were not exactly catchy tunes either. I'd have preferred "ten green bottles "!!!
Nevertheless whatever we have heard, seen or done we do count ourselves fortunate to have those memories to look back on....as my 4000 plus digital photos will no doubt remind us of. AND THATS ONE HELL OF A SLIDE SHOW!