I thought I had lots of photos, but this terrible misty one is the only one I can find. Those who know Bournemouth will recognise the top of the wire fence that stops the goats escaping. Yes, honestly. I’m not even sure which ship it is.
And in this era where so many impart too much information, I feel there is a lot to be said for that approach. There is at least one recent author I can think of who should certainly have adopted it.
I always thought it must be hard to grow up with a parent who was so obviously brave, while the rest of us feel nothing but admiration. Still looks like Bournemouth, though.. 😀
Sometimes it is. Dripping bathing clothes in the lift very nasty. Any sort of bathing clothes in the restaurant not allowed. And crinolines in the corridors would probably cause a terrible holdup, but have great entertainment value.
Some of the reviews are so negative as to strain belief. But, if I hadn’t been on the ships, I should be seriously considering cancelling. Again, it seems to be a case of the two ships phenomenon: the lovely one I go on, and the diabolical one that so often appears in reviews.
I think we may have counted different terminals in London. What have we done about Lisbon? Anyway, it’s lovely to see the pictures of the new terminal.
Yes, on the Vistas I would always go for QG, because the cabins are so much nicer. It’s not so much the much larger size, but they are so much better a shape, even though the Q3s and Q4s are badly arranged. And the much longer balcony is a boon.
Glad you had a super time. The QG cabins on QE are much, much nicer. The restaurant is slightly more crowded. There is more choice, and they are more willing to give you off menu dishes, not that I’ve ever felt the need.
I always assumed black tie was shorthand for the whole style of dress, and not actually descriptive of the tie, just as people do not change out of morning dress when noon strikes.
Yes, the air-conditioning in the restaurant seems to be a law unto itself. Sometimes, when it was hot outside, it seemed cooler in the QG, presumably because it had been turned up or do I mean down. When we were quarantined for the last three days of the cruise, my husband rejected the suggestion that we should dress according to the evening’s dress code. Strange.
You certainly don't need one, but on both the cruises I enjoyed last year, the vast majority of gents I encountered were wearing one. Now these were both cruises from Southampton in European waters, and it might well be very different in Alaska or Australia.
Why even bother to try to look different every night? Rarely do people remember what others wear, with two exceptions. One, those few people who turn up for formal nights in tattered jeans and sweaty T-shirts, and secondly, women who turn up in spectacularly gorgeous dresses. In the latter case, most of us would be all too glad to see the outfit more than once.