And I'm on a roll! Welcome to Week 3! Already! At this rate, I'll be all caught up just in time to stroll out of internet contact for 33 days on the Camino!
So, here's the end of our cruise journey, and the time at which days just started flying by! We were a little bored with the cruise ship by now, but the ports were still pretty amazing...and we had visited most of the ports without sea days in between...so we were pretty beat in some of these photos! We also may have started finally using our booze supplies, resulting in hilarious stateroom photos. But I'm getting ahead of myself....
Agadir, Morocco
We treated our day in Agadir as a beach day, which was lovely! We got the shuttle from the port into the city centre, and basically just wandered. Just off the bus, we met a cook at one of the local hotels who decided to show us his friends' stalls at the market (I found it kind of hilarious, and had a great chat with him in French...Irene found it all a bit too pushy, I think, and worried that he'd try to show us around for the rest of the day). After we ditched our guide, we tracked down an internet cafe, figured out the Arabic/French keyboard (harder than you might think...it took us forever to find the A key), and then set off for a day at the beach. As I burn bright red at the best of times, you'll notice that on this day of 30+ degrees and bright sun, I opted to stay fully covered up. I still managed to burn, through sunscreen, on one patch of my neck that wasn't covered...and my nose. We had ice cream, wandered the beach, turned down 30 offers to buy sunglasses and watches (and about 5 propositions), and had a nice meal at one of the beachside cafes (where we found another cat to feed...go figure!).
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| En-route to the beach |
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| Almost there! |
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| The old Kasbah, destroyed by an earthquake (most of Agadir is newly built) |
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| Irene doesn't burn like I do! |
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| Yep...I wore a hoodie in this heat! And only had 1 burn! |
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| Us supporting local sand artists |
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| She ate our pizza, but wouldn't eat the anchovies on top of it |
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| beachside lunch |
I really liked Morocco (part of it was, I think, my ability to actually communicate reasonably well with most of the people--they all speak French!), but it is a different sort of place. People are helpful to the point of absolute annoyance, and will try to sell you pretty much anything (I know it sounds like a stereotype, but it's true). I found this less annoying than the street selling in Turkey (where I found they wouldn't take no for an answer), however Irene preferred the Turkish attitude. I think I preferred the historic feel of Turkey, however--Morocco felt very resort-like and touristy, and there were English and French holiday-home owners everywhere.
Las Palmas, Gran Canaria (Canary Islands)
Another day at a (very different) beach. So much wind! It was amazing and warm and beautiful (once we found our way to the popular beach, and not the scary groomed beach on the other side of the island, where there weren't even footprints), but very much a holiday destination kind of place. So, we acted in the tradition of all good tourists and wandered the beach, stopped at little stores, and bought local crafts at the port market. We also went to the mall (where I attempted to use the McDonald's WiFi), but quickly got bored with that. Finally, we found a little cafe near the port (there's definitely a trend showing in this post), where we drank a glass of wine and used their WiFi connection to talk to people back home.
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| Boats for sale on the scary beach |
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| See...not even footprints! There's our floating hotel in the background |
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| Portside (and mallside) |
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| From the nice beach |
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| Checking in with home (with my iPod) |
Of note back on the ship, we have the first appearance of our now-famous (perhaps infamous) Stateroom Sangria, made with wine leftover from dinner, whiskey from Barcelona, and fruit and juice from breakfast, stored in water bottles and plastic baggies in our minibar. Definitely a more successful recipe than any of the sangria Irene and I tried in the Spanish ports we stopped at (which all sort of tasted like kool-aid mixed with a little bit of wine).
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| Stateroom Sangria |
Funchal, Madeira, Portugal
Ok, this place was pretty much perfect, and comes closest to Malta as the place I fell in love with for pretty much no reason (no spectacular ruins, no history that I studied in university, no previous interest of going there, really). We walked our way into town (I suffered trip injury number one--sharp rock to the foot...it's what I get for wearing sandals) and wandered. We visited the local market, Irene tasted some Madeira wine, and we had a lovely lunch at a little cafe with a hugely entertaining waiter (seriously...he was much better than most of the shows on the cruise ship).
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| Leaving the port |
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| Market |
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| Market fruits |
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| Flower vendor in traditional dress |
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| Lunch (note Irene's strategic sangria, and the fact that I am not drinking it) |
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| Our waiter, making our dessert...he was an experience all on his own |
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| Flambé strawberries...yum! |
After lunch (and a large sangria for Irene), I managed to convince my afraid-of-heights travel buddy to hop aboard the cable car with a quartet of Germans (who found us hilarious, and offered relaxation deep-breathing techniques) to the top of the mountains Funchal is built on, where we toured a church, walked through some gardens, and watched the traditional sled guys (it's how they used to travel from Monte at the top of the hill to Funchal at the bottom) push tourists down the hill in wicker chairs. Hilarious.
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| View of Funchal from the cable car |
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| The sled guys, resting |
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| Getting ready to head down the hill |
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| Our Lady of Monte (and me) |
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| Fixing Irene's shoe with gum, so she doesn't fall down the hill |
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| On the way down the hill |
Poor Irene...I also convinced her to face her snake phobia after a magic show on the ship. I'm amazed she's still talking to me! I think it's because I didn't get us lost on any of our adventures!
After the cable car, we had just enough time for me to pick up a few souvenirs, and to get back to the ship. Apparently this is one of the ports where people got left behind, so we're pretty happy we made it back on time!
At Sea
Normally I haven't been including days spent at sea, but we may have run out of things to do on the ship (after walking around the decks for hours on the walking track...I think I clocked up 10 miles and attending a jewellery seminar on emeralds...seriously...we were that bored), so we mixed up some Stateroom Sangria and then decided to take photos, before heading to a Three Tenors sort of show (Irene may have slept through much of it).
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| Slicing the fruit |
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| Enjoying our first sips |
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| And they're starting to take effect |
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| And we start to degenerate into giggles |
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| both of us! |
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| This may have been the second glass |
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| or maybe not |
Malaga, Spain
I liked Malaga a lot! We didn't have any definite plans, so we got the port shuttle to the city centre, and then wandered around. We had directions from Jana for a good tapas restaurant, so we decided we'd try to find it if we could (exact directions from Ms. Caines: go to town centre, turn right down a bunch of streets, and there it is). We found first some lovely stores and gardens, followed by the Alcazaba Fortress.
Irene was feeling a little tired after the relentless walking schedule I'd had her on, so we may have taken the elevator to the top of the fortress. The fortress was amazing, and we spent hours just walking around. We even saw a Roman amphitheatre at the bottom of the fortress hill!
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| Me at the top (with my camera-a sign that this is Irene's photo) |
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| View from the top |
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| Neat fountains everywhere |
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| and doorways |
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| Roman Amphitheatre |
And what did we find, between the amphitheatre and the church where Picasso was baptized? The restaurant Jana told us about! Dear Janabanana: these details may help in your directions for the next people who try to find El Pimpi!
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| Not the most flattering picture of me |
We had a lovely lunch, then wandered a whole lot more before heading back to the ship. Yay Malaga! Definitely a nice place to spend a week. But not as nice as Funchal or Valletta :)
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| Statues! |
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| No idea about this one...seriously. |
Last Day at Sea
I know, two sea day entries in one post! We actually had a pretty awesome last day on the cruise, including our last batch of Stateroom Sangria, my first (and last) ship martini, a you've been here for 21 days cocktail party (we met a couple whose nephew is a new archaeology prof at MUN), dinner with a Polish family who live in Denmark, and listening to music in the piano bar. Sometimes you just have to let loose and have a little fun!
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| I may have moved on to G&T |
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| As did Irene |
Barcelona
Off the ship in the rain! The first real rain of our trip! So, we got a cab to our hotel (where, wonder of wonders, we were able to check in early) and waited for the rain to end. Which it did! We went for a lovely walk near the hotel, and then ordered yummy pizza for supper. The next day we were up bright and early, and set off for adventures in Barcelona! We got the Metro to Catalunya Square, and then hopped on a tour bus (I know...cheesy, but worth it) which took us by all kinds of sites (and sights). We decided to hop off at two of Gaudi's masterpieces- Sagrida Familia church and Park Guell. All I can say is...amazing!
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| Inside Sagrida Familia |
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| Outside Sagrida Familia |
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| Park Guell |
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| and again... |
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| and again...with a busker |
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| View over the park |
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| Photo ennui |
And that's it for the cruise! My next post will be Dublin and beyond! Talk to you soon!
-K-
