TC1 Day 1: Embarkation

Pushing off from the dock

Pushing off from the dock

The process of embarkation – passing through the passport check, filling out health forms, checking in and receiving our on-board “keys” – went very quickly and we were aboard the ship in less than 30 minutes after our bus arrived at the dock (at 12:47 pm, to be precise). But the process contained an element of angst, too, as I realized (actually, Jett realized) that I had printed only one boarding pass. Jett, rather accusingly, said “Where is my boarding pass?” My rather weak response was “this is what the printer gave me.” I had a vision, as we were going through the line, approaching the registration desk, of giving the agent my story, getting a cold “what an idiot” stare and then waiting an interminable time while the agent somehow got the second boarding pass printed. I couldn’t do it myself because a cruise dock is not like an airport – there are no self-service kiosks. Still, I wasn’t too worried as I knew that I had completed all of the online pre-departure tasks and that Jett’s status as a registered passenger was securely recorded online. But I didn’t know how much trouble – and recrimination – awaited me when we reached the desk.

As it turned out, there was no trouble and no recrimination. All we needed to produce at the desk was our passports. The trouble, if there was to be any, would have been earlier in the process when we had to show passports and boarding passes to “security.” But again, the cruise dock is not like an airport. The cruise dock security is not TSA; it is a bunch of hired hands who are mostly concerned with passports. Security here did not care about the details of the boarding pass – there was no checking of names or dates or ship; I just waved my one boarding pass in front of him and that was sufficient.

Makes me wonder whether the boarding pass was needed at all.

Bath (2nd shower not visible)

Bath (2nd shower not visible)

Bed

Bed

Once aboard we went straight to our cabin – a “junior suite”. It isn’t the largest cabin we have ever had, but it is quite nice. The king size bed is very comfortable, with 6 pillows. The TV is the largest we have ever had on a cruise – my estimate is 60 inches. And the bathroom has his-and-her sinks and two showers. We will inevitably contend for its use, but it is very large and very nice.

Oh – a balcony with two very comfortable chaises and a table. If the weather cooperates, I will spend a lot of time out there. Watching the ocean slip by.

A couple of nice extras: bathrobes and a powerful set of binoculars. I can sit on the verandah, dressed in a bathrobe and scan the horizon for approaching pirates. Maybe I can be the first to yell “land ho!” when we reac Madeira.

We freshened up a bit, then walked up one flight to the Lido Deck to grab a quick bite from the never-ending buffet and to find the smoking area. Sadly the “smoking lamp” was extinguished as the refueling of the ship was not finished, but Jett wasted no time finding “smoking buddies”, all of whom were jonesing for a smoke. We bided the time chatting with Jack and Carol, two almost-full-timers (they have a condo in Mexico for the winter but travel the US and Canada the rest of the year in their Class C RV). We also, later, met Mary who reminded us both of Kathy Bates. We took to referring to her afterwards as “Molly Brown” as she was very like the Unsinkable person depicted in Titanic. Of course thinking of the Titanic is exactly the wrong thing to do on embarkation day, but it was unavoidable.

Aft deck smoking area

Aft deck smoking area

After the required lifeboat drill at 4 pm, we returned to the Lido Deck for the “sailaway party.” On every other cruise this has been an energetic party with dancing and a steel band. No band at this one, just overpriced drinks and lots of people taking photos as we pushed off from the dock. I think we have found the first difference with a transatlantic cruise: more sedate music (chamber music seems to be the big thing, with a blues band being the only “rock” option). I think it is going to be a relatively quiet crossing. Yes, there are a few children on board, but there are absolutely no kids activities. Advice: if you want to cruise with children, steer away from transatlantic itineraries.

It turns out the the one side of the rear deck area is the only smoking area aboard the ship. On other cruises there were typically three: the Lido Deck, one side of the Promenade Deck and a Cigar Bar. Only one area on this ship, which had Jett cursing. And it is outside, so if the weather turns chilly (as I expect it will), she is going to be very unhappy. But that day is not today.

Explorer Lounge

Explorer’s Lounge

While Jett was chatting with her smoking buddies I was sent in search of a cup of cappuccino. I found it at the coffee bar in the back of the Explorer’s Lounge, a fabulously opulent lounge on the top deck, overlooking the bow. It has a fantastic vista, very comfortable chairs for socializing, tables for playing cards or doing jigsaw puzzles, and current real-time displays of location, speed, wave amplitude and temperature. Time, too, which is more complicated than it sounds. We will be going through five time zone changes and onboard the clocks are adjusted at 1 pm. You need to pay attention or you could be late for an afternoon appointment.

Our dinner companions are Jeff and Judy, Bob and Dave. Jeff and Judy are Canadians, as is Dave, but Dave is also Scottish, with dual citizenship. Bob is from Alabama. The dinner conversation was lively and varied and only briefly skirted into politics and religion – topics which I am careful to avoid. The food and service were also very good. The highlight of the meal for me was dessert – banana crisp which was like apple crisp, but with bananas. Delicious.

Dave and Bob are both single and are not a couple. We have not yet determined whether they are gay, widowed, divorced or simply prefer to travel alone. Mary, who I mentioned earlier, was also traveling alone and in her case she volunteered the reason: she and her husband are taking some “alone time” which she is using to reflect on her marriage.

We did not attend the evening entertainment and instead went to bed after lounging a bit on the Lido Deck. It was a lovely evening. When we returned to our cabin we discovered the wide variety of movies that the ship makes available on demand, including many recent ones, such as this year’s Best Picture, La La Land.

So far, so good.

Coffee bar

Coffee bar

Lido Cafe dining area

Lido Cafe dining area

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TC1: Our first transatlantic cruise – prelude

The start of our first transatlantic cruise has arrived! For the next 27 nights we will be aboard the Holland America Oosterdam, first crossing the Atlantic Ocean, then cruising the Mediterranean Sea, followed by two nights on land in Venice. It should be an epic vacation!

Rusty in Virginia

Rusty in Virginia

To get started we had a day of very complex movements necessitated by the fact that we are leaving from Fort Lauderdale and are returning to Miami. And that day was preceded by an exhausting trip by rented car – without Jett – to Virginia and back, to leave Rusty in the care of Jett’s sons. We considered boarding him in a kennel and even left him for a 6-hour evaluation at the kennel to see how he got along with other dogs (he was fine), but decided that we would be more comfortable with him being in the care of trusted family. The cost of the trip was equivalent to the cost of the boarding.

After 2 days in the care of his surrogate family it appears that he has forgotten all about us and may refuse to come with us when we retrieve him in 6 weeks. Ungrateful mutt!

The prelude to the cruise began on Wednesday March 28 when I left for Virginia. Two grueling days on the road, followed by some wonderful family time and a day with the grandchildren, Patrick and Zachary. I took them to a movie (A Wrinkle in Time – not recommended) and jacked them up with lots of sugar snacks. Then I took them to the local laser tag establishment to work off the sugar. I haven’t played cops-and-robbers (or army) like that since I was 10, but did okay. Still, 13-year-old Patrick outscored me in both games (and killed me several times when we were on opposing teams). I did better competing with Zachary.

I guess I still have “it” – so long as my competition is in the second grade.

Patrick

Patrick

Zachary

Zachary

I got back to Naples on Sunday, spent Sunday night finishing taxes for my son, then on Monday mailed off the tax forms, returned the rental car, packed, said goodbye to friends in the RV park (most will have gone north by the time we return), buttoned up the RV and departed for the Red Carpet Inn in Fort Lauderdale, the idea being to avoid the stress of a 2-hour trip (and fear of a breakdown) on the day of embarkation.

I picked the hotel primarily because it was close to the Ft Lauderdale airport, where we would get our prepaid transfer to the ship, and because the parking lot looked big enough to accommodate my behemoth truck. As for comfort, as long as it had a bed without bedbugs I would have been happy.

Red Carpet Inn

Red Carpet Inn

It turned out to be better than expected. The room was huge and clean, the bed was very comfortable, the TV and cable service were excellent and an attached restaurant, The Reef was quite good. I had the blackened shrimp which were very spicy, but tasty, and a draft Sam Adams Cold Snap beer – a very nice combination.

I slept fitfully, not because of the spicy shrimp, but in anticipation of the very complex morning ahead of me. The details kept dancing around in my head. I probably got no more than 5 hours of true sleep, but it was enough. Jett slept better – and without the TV, which is unusual for her.

This is what the morning entailed:

  • Get take-out breakfast for both of us (the excellent $5.99 breakfast special – two scrambled eggs, bacon and two pancakes with butter and syrup, plus coffee) and consume it in the room.
  • Do the usual morning ablutions and pack.
  • Load the truck.
  • Drive to the Ft Lauderdale airport and drop Jett and the luggage at Terminal 2. When we left I was planning on going to Terminal 1, but Jett, reading the fine print on the boarding pass, discovered that it was Terminal 2. Her comment: “do you even read this stuff?” Well, no. But I am glad she does.
  • Drive the truck to Miami and leave it, as prearranged, at the Crowne Plaza hotel near the Miami airport. This will be convenient when we fly back into Miami at the end of the trip – a free shuttle to the hotel, jump into the truck and drive home.
  • Take a taxi to the Miami Tri-Rail station to catch the 10:20 train. This was close. I didn’t get the truck parked until 10:00 am, so I had only 20 minutes to get to the train. Fortunately my taxi drive drove like a maniac and I got to the station – about 2.5 miles away, but through heavy traffic – in 12 minutes.
  • Take the Tri-Rail to the Ft Lauderdale airport station.
  • Take the shuttle bus to Terminal 2. I got back to Jett at 11:25 – less than 2.5 hours after leaving her.
  • Take the luggage inside and find the Holland America booth. It was very close – just inside the terminal.
  • Take a bus to the ship. This, arguably, was the most difficult part of the morning as our seats were near a family with 4 out-of-control children. Taking children on a transatlantic voyage? Surprising.

It was a complex and stressful morning, but everything went off like clockwork. Still, I felt like I needed a vacation.

And I will be getting a good one.

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Brush fires

Haze from the Greenway fire

Haze from the Greenway fire

Brush fires in March are common in southwest Florida. The Everglades may be wetlands, but they are surrounded by vast areas of grass and woodland that burn pretty freely once a fire gets started. Last year parts of Naples had to be evacuated due to fires that threatened the eastern fringe of the city. This year is pretty much the same, fueled by debris from Hurricane Irma. But no one has been evacuated yet.

For about three weeks now our skies have been filled with billowing black clouds of smoke, primarily from the Greenway fire, named after Greenway Street which branches off of US 41 just east of us. The fire itself is just a few miles north of us and when the wind blows from the north – or, worse, when there is no wind at all – the smoke settles over us like a noxious blanket. I woke 2 days ago with a headache from the smoke and the picture to the right was taken yesterday morning, out my rear window, when the air was calm. It can’t be healthy. And it is certainly annoying.

Snow north, smoke south. What’s a guy to do?

Go on a cruise!

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TN4 preview

TN4 Plan

TN4 Plan

Our Fourth Trip North (TN4) is not going to be very interesting. It will be a quick trip – 1650 miles in 11 days and 7 hops – necessitated by our need to get to VA quickly to pick up Rusty who we are leaving in the care of Jett’s kids while we spend their inheritance on a month-long cruise. There are really only three stops of interest:

  • Charleston SC – we hope to get one day free in one of our favorite cities, hopefully with 2 nights in one of our favorite regional parks.
  • Lorton VA – 4 nights to see family and reconnect with Rusty who probably will not want to even speak to us.
  • Hershey PA – 2 nights to give us one free day at Hersheypark. Because we need chocolate.

As our trips go, this one is pretty simple, short and straightforward.

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Our plans for summer 2018

We have booked a site for the summer season: Lamb City Campground in Phillipston MA. This location is a bit further west than we would like – about an hour to North Andover and nearly an hour to Worcester – but it is close to Uncle Ray’s summer cabin in New Salem MA. It is also affordable – about half the price of any site we could get closer to Boston – and is highly rated.

Unlike last year, we expect to spend the entire summer in MA. We might make a weekend trip somewhere, but mostly we will just reside in Phillipston. Because of this relative stability, I have signed up for summer softball.

I intend to look for a part-time job, too. We have spent a LOT of money over the past 12 months, including the money we have spent on the April cruise that we have not yet taken, so putting a few bucks back in the coffers sounds like a good idea. We will be close enough to NH for me to look for a job up there, which will save me the hassle of filing MA state taxes next year.

Since we sold the Yaris in December, we might have to buy a small, inexpensive car that we will probably just keep until we leave.

We will be in MA until Labor Day, at a minimum, but might stay longer. Maybe into October. We’ll see.

We have also made plans for the trip north and where we will stay next winter in Florida. I will tell you about those plans soon.

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Lingering effects of Hurricane Irma

Yet another round of cleanup

Yet another round of cleanup

When we arrived at Paradise Pointe RV Resort in November, some 3 months after Hurricane Irma (Sept 16, 2017), we saw major damage to trees, along with some lesser damage to structures. Within a month most of the trees had been trimmed and the debris had been removed. I thought that was the end of the cleanup.

But I was wrong. In February – six months after Irma had passed through – there was a second round of cleanup. Apparently a number of trees had been damaged at the root level and a tree expert had determined that they would not survive. So a second round of tree cutting – not just trimming but complete tree removal – was undertaken. Once again the streets in the park were lined with arborial debris. Some of the streets began to resemble the plains of west Texas. We are told that new trees will be planted to replace the ones that were removed.

Hasn’t happened yet.

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Green water

Green stain

Green stain

We have been noticing, for several months, that our water had a greenish tint.  Sometimes it was barely noticeable and other times it looked like green tea.  I tried several times to identify the source of the green and tried to compare water coming out of the tap with water coming from the ground, where we connect our water hose.  I couldn’t reach a firm conclusion.  Until about a week ago.

One morning last week the water was particularly green, so I did the water test – a glass of water from the tap and a glass of water directly from the water supply, side-by-side in the sun.  This time it was pretty obvious that the water source was clear and the tap water was green.  The problem was in the internal pipes of my RV.

The plan was to, first, replace the water hose and, second, to flush the internal water lines with a sanitizer – a process similar to winterizing the lines.  So I ran off to get the necessary tools and supplies.  The first step was to replace the hose.  Easy enough to do, but I was shocked at what came out – a dark green stream of water that actually stained the concrete.  Shocking!  We were drinking this crud!  I have to assume that it was due to a benign algae as it hadn’t made us ill.  But it was disgusting!

Replacing the hose was trivial.  Flushing and sanitizing the lines was more difficult because I had to use a hand pump.  But in an hour or so the job was done and we once again had colorless drinking water.

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Another fine (and very expensive) mess

When we paid up front for our winter RV site in Florida I expected that our out-of-pocket expenses would be relatively low for several months.  Well, we killed that thought last month when we booked our very expensive April cruise, justifiable as a “bucket list” item.  Now I am facing a huge truck repair bill – probably around $2,500.

Yes, I took the truck to another dealer, asking them to take a look at my “leaning tire.”  The guy at the Goodyear shop had estimated that I needed about $800 in parts, so I was braced for a $1,200 to $1,500 estimate.  But I was told by the GMC dealer that the problem was not limited to the right front tire; the left front tire was leaning as well.  Also, the steering gear box was leaking and needed to be replaced.  In short, I needed to pretty much replace the entire steering linkage. Estimated cost: $2,100. Plus tax. Plus, I suspect, about $100 for another alignment.

I have to do it.  Just as there was no good alternative to replacing the head gasket 18 months ago, there is no good alternative to making repairs to the steering now.  We need a tow vehicle and a new one is over $60,000.  Even a used one is probably $35,000.  Trade-in for the truck in it’s current condition is probably less than $10,000.

Gotta do it.

And I need to find a summer job.

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Truck maintenance nightmares – 2 of 2

After my “adventures” at DeVoe Buick GMC on Wednesday and Thursday I decided that I had better get the bad tires replaced ASAP.  So on Friday I drove over to the Goodyear Collier Care Center just a few miles from our park. The instructions, though not trivial, were clear:

  1. Put two new Goodyear Wrangler tires on the inner rear and move the inner rear tires to the outer rear.
  2. Put the spare tire on the right front and make the right front tire (which was unevenly worn but had only about 20,000 miles of use) the spare.

Due to reasons which even now I don’t fully understand, I was informed that to move the inner rear tires to the outer rear would be an additional $80.  So I simplified the instructions: put the new tires on the outer rear.

I got the truck back 2 hours later and drove home without inspecting the work. Imagine my surprise when I discovered that the two new tires were put on the right front and the right outer rear.  The spare had not been touched.  I immediately returned and had a spirited discussion with the customer service guy who told me that the spare couldn’t be the original because he had *personally* seen it taken down.  I told him that I knew my spare tire when I saw it and it hadn’t been touched.  I got pretty heated because not only had they not done as I requested, they were now calling me a liar.  After I calmed down I told them to:

  1. Take the spare and put it on the right front.
  2. Take the new tire from the right front and put it on the left outer rear.
  3. Take the left outer rear tire and make it the spare.

Another hour passed and I got the truck back, no additional charge.  But this time I inspected the work.  Once again they had screwed up: the left outer rear and right front tires had been swapped; the spare – AGAIN – was untouched.

This time I spoke to the manager.  I told him that I had now TWICE requested that the spare be mounted as the right front tire and both times my request had been ignored or misunderstood.  I resisted the urge to draw him a picture, primarily because the instructions were now as simple as could be:

  1. Swap the right front and spare.

Another 30 minutes go by and I get the truck back a third time.  The spare was now indeed on the right front.  Yay!  But the spare, rather than being the tire that had been on the right front was now the original right front tire – the unevenly worn one that had been mistakenly discarded in the first round.  I once again spoke to the manager, asking why, oh why, was the right front tire discarded and the original worn tire now being used as a spare?  I couldn’t really complain about that because that was my original plan, but I was curious.  He told me that the other tire was too old (4 years) to be used and had damage to the sidewall.  He said digging the original tire out of the discard pile was the best option for the spare.

I accepted his explanation and finally – 5 hours after starting my quest for 2 new tires – went home.

But on the way home the thought occurred to me: the tire that wasn’t good enough to be used as a spare was good enough to mount as the right front? Because they were going to send me home with that tire mounted had I not objected.

After 3 days of truck maintenance nightmares I had to wonder if these two “service” centers weren’t conspiring to drive me insane.

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Truck maintenance nightmares – 1 of 2

So I took my truck to DeVoe Buick GMC of Naples on Wednesday with a short list of things that needed attention:

  1. Oil change.
  2. Check the brakes.
  3. Diagnose and, possibly, fix the shimmy that I feel at highway speeds.

I dropped the truck off at 11 am and got no phone call that afternoon.  I called an hour before closing (6 pm) to find out what was going on and was told that there was “definitely a problem with the right front steering linkage” but would have to have another technician verify that in the morning.  So they kept the truck overnight.

Then I realized that my softball gear was in the truck and I needed it for a 10 am game on Thursday.

So Thursday, 8 am, I am at the dealership to collect my gear.  The service advisor took me back to the truck where the technician was looking at the right front tire and steering linkage.  We had a brief conversation about the steering, including a recitation of the work that had been done in 2016 to get the front end aligned.  His conclusion was that there was nothing wrong with the steering linkage, that the little bit of give in the linkage was normal and that all I needed was a new tire.  I declined to get the tire, so they promised to do the oil change and the brake inspection and call me when the truck was ready.

No call by 2 pm, so I called DeVoe.  The service advisor was “with a customer” so I left a message asking him to call me ASAP.

4 pm and still no call.  I called again, asked to speak to the service manager.  Got a voicemail.  Left a message that if I didn’t hear from him by 4:30 I would be coming to the dealership to talk to them in person.

4:30 pm I finally get a call telling me that the truck is ready.  Jett and I drive over.  The service advisor tells me that the brakes are fine and that, other than the recommendation that the tire be replaced, everything else is fine too.  That was after they did their “27 point inspection.” Total cost for its 28-hour stay at the dealership: $89.10.

As I start the vehicle, the “change fuel filter” message pops up on the dash. Question in my head: the “27 point inspection” didn’t include starting the engine?  Annoying, but not a big deal.

On the way out of the dealership parking lot, the service advisor happens to be crossing the driveway.  He looks at me coming towards him, flags me down and says – I am not making this up – “your tire is leaning.”

I didn’t know quite what he meant, so I get out, walk to where he is standing about 20 feet in front of the truck. He points at my right front tire which was, indeed, “leaning” – it had a tilt that was visible to the naked eye.

28 hours in the dealership and they couldn’t diagnose a “leaning tire” which is obviously a steering linkage problem.

Incredible.

Needless to say, I will not return there to get my “leaning tire” fixed.

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