| Around 10:00, after a sumptuous buffet brekkie, we hit the streets.There's everything from Macca's to chinese food stalls that sell satay and fresh fruit juices. George Jensen and Prada to spotlight and street vendors selling cheap thongs. The place is full of tourists but it's difficult to distinguish blow-ins from locals. there's so many different nationalities, all walking realy fast and in pretty much the same direction. Listening to the muffled strains of Bon Jovi from the streets we board our bus for the Trade depot. Parked next to Superstar Gemini, the Virgo looks more like a mega star. Somewhat impressive in it's gradeur, in other words it's frigging huge we have to walk all the way round, gaping like suffocating fish, to get in. Can't settle in our cute and compact room , with no natural sunlight, I'm itching to explore the ship. Wow is all I can say on that subject, check the pics. We watch the boat leave it's tiny island host at 4pm from 'Aft', (that is the ass end of the ship) and make plans to take the monorail round this side of the island when we return. Scrounge some food, (forgot to have lunch) in the tavern and succumb to spending some cruise credit on a strawberry colada with rum and coconut cream. I stretch out in the sunshine and watch leisurely as three elderly asians practice their bootscooting steps.......to be cont...... |
