We've
been on a lot of cruises, to Mexico's west coast, Alaska, the
Bahamas, down the American West Coast, and in the Caribbean. On every
one, the largest group on board has always been Americans. Not on this
trip.
The largest bunch is Canadians. On an Alaska run this isn't too strange, as it originates in Canada. Canadians usually are the second largest bunch on these trips, but it isn't that we've just exchanged the number one and two spots with the Yanks. They are only number four on this trip.
Pretty much tied in numbers are Australians and Brits. There are about 575 Canadians, and about 400 of both these nationalities. There aren't many of any other single nationality after the 375 Americans, but collectively they make up 400 or 500 souls. For example, there are two people from South Africa, and two from Argentina.
As a result of our unusual mix, Alaska is unknown territory to most of the passengers. More than usual walk around dressed as if for arctic expeditions.
Just how would an Australian or Brit have any idea how to dress for Alaska? Americans and Canadians do it badly enough, and should know better.
Today, I've been wearing shorts, with a tshirt and hoodie. If it was any colder I could have switched to long pants and added a jacket as a third layer on top. If that still wouldn't do it, I would have stayed on the ship. I used to live in a northern area and am not doing parka weather ever again.
Never did go for a run. After breakfast we headed into town. It was Helen's day, and let her take us as she willed. We stayed in town until about a 1pm return to the ship. We poked a bit into museums, and stores, and generally wandered about. Then it was lunch onboard, after which I crashed into a nap and Helen went to the pool.
I woke up when she returned to the room, and wanted to go back into town a bit more. I went along, still a little bit drowsy and dopey. We went fast, as she had a planned meet-up with Phyllis for a crochet fest. Then it was supper time.
No time left to squeeze in a jog. My Skagway runs all go between one and two hours and there wasn't a block of time remaining that large available.
After supper, it was time for the show; a repeat of our first few evening's headliners doing encores. They were all fine, but hadn't blown me away. I headed to the pool instead.
It is a very hot pool in a large space enclosed with glass. They call it a "Thalassotherapy" pool, which seems to mean a "bubbly pool with hot salt water". Problem; some of the windows can be opened. Normally they are shut, but for some reason strollers had opened them all up and left them that way. The lovely warmth was gone. I zipped around and shut them. What is wrong with people? It didn't take long for things to start warming up again. The pool is very hot, and that heat gets convected into the room, and I suppose it radiates out as well.
The largest bunch is Canadians. On an Alaska run this isn't too strange, as it originates in Canada. Canadians usually are the second largest bunch on these trips, but it isn't that we've just exchanged the number one and two spots with the Yanks. They are only number four on this trip.
Pretty much tied in numbers are Australians and Brits. There are about 575 Canadians, and about 400 of both these nationalities. There aren't many of any other single nationality after the 375 Americans, but collectively they make up 400 or 500 souls. For example, there are two people from South Africa, and two from Argentina.
As a result of our unusual mix, Alaska is unknown territory to most of the passengers. More than usual walk around dressed as if for arctic expeditions.
Just how would an Australian or Brit have any idea how to dress for Alaska? Americans and Canadians do it badly enough, and should know better.
Today, I've been wearing shorts, with a tshirt and hoodie. If it was any colder I could have switched to long pants and added a jacket as a third layer on top. If that still wouldn't do it, I would have stayed on the ship. I used to live in a northern area and am not doing parka weather ever again.
Never did go for a run. After breakfast we headed into town. It was Helen's day, and let her take us as she willed. We stayed in town until about a 1pm return to the ship. We poked a bit into museums, and stores, and generally wandered about. Then it was lunch onboard, after which I crashed into a nap and Helen went to the pool.
I woke up when she returned to the room, and wanted to go back into town a bit more. I went along, still a little bit drowsy and dopey. We went fast, as she had a planned meet-up with Phyllis for a crochet fest. Then it was supper time.
No time left to squeeze in a jog. My Skagway runs all go between one and two hours and there wasn't a block of time remaining that large available.
After supper, it was time for the show; a repeat of our first few evening's headliners doing encores. They were all fine, but hadn't blown me away. I headed to the pool instead.
It is a very hot pool in a large space enclosed with glass. They call it a "Thalassotherapy" pool, which seems to mean a "bubbly pool with hot salt water". Problem; some of the windows can be opened. Normally they are shut, but for some reason strollers had opened them all up and left them that way. The lovely warmth was gone. I zipped around and shut them. What is wrong with people? It didn't take long for things to start warming up again. The pool is very hot, and that heat gets convected into the room, and I suppose it radiates out as well.
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