We left Maui mid-morning to fly back to Honolulu. We’d been staying in a resort affiliated with a Travel Club that M belongs to, so it’s been free accommodation.
On Board the ship – “The Pride of Aloha”. Most of the other passengers are American, and it’s chock-a-block with kids. Not sure what to expect, not cruised before.
We sailed out of Honolulu with a farewell BBQ up on deck. I’m still not attuned to the “American Way” – thinking that a BBQ meant steak and sausages – no. It meant Hamburgers. And those sticky ribs. The atmosphere was great – a band playing Calypso music in the corner. And some Hula Dancing, which was nice. Then the ubiquitous MC – a Canadian called “Fifth”. Then he got people to get up to play a game. I’d rather eat a can of worms than get up for those things.
My suitcase wasn’t delivered to my cabin – I got a note saying that it was down at Security. The X-Ray machine had identified that I have scissors. Tinsy winsy ones for my cross-stitch!! I had to open my case and explain to them what they were for. Eventually they were deemed not to be a weapon and I was “allowed” to keep them.
The ship rocks gently. Not much movement. Yet. We had a practice life-boat drill this afternoon, before sailing. We all survived. But if we’d sunk we could probably all have dog-paddled to shore…
