Sunday, May 12, 2024

Kiwis and Frogger

Saturday, May 11, 2024 - Juneau, Alaska

My post dinner routine was to go to the casino for my tossing of the bones. My favorite craps buddy, Amos had just left. So it was just me and some guy. He was pleasant, though more focused on the money than the game. For me, yes the money counts, so does the energy and the other players. I put the ship’s hundred dollars and cashed it into a bunch of clay. My style is to take back all the wins and put them in my pocket, that’s my money. The hundred belongs to the ship. When the hundred is gone I’m done, and I empty my pocket to see what’s in there. I don’t chase losses, nor wins. My pocket had a pile of clay, the ship gave me back their hundred and gave me $80. Thank you ship. A five for the boys and I was done for the night.


Morning came at 6am, but it was overcast and we were still running. Forget getting up, the bed is too comfortable. I felt guilty at 7 and got up. Puttered around, we were allowed to get off the ship to stand in a short rat maze to get on the bus for town.

I spoke to a few people in of the row of shacks on the dock that were hawking Whale watching boat outings, rides to the glacier, and who knows what else. A three hour whale watch tour at $200, a ride 13 miles to stop at the glacier for an hour $90. Then there was the cable car up the mountain for $50. All way past what I felt were worth it. I googled bike shops and found a bike rental shop a stone’s throw from where I was. At 40 skins for four hours for an e-bike seemed a Juneau bargain. The sky was cloudless, the temperature temperate. Helmet on and assured I probably would become bear poop off I went. Well I should say off we went. A couple from the land of Hobbits and shoe shine birds insisted that I was the lead, and they were following me. Fuck! I don’t want to be a tour guide. I mean I’m as ignorant of the area as they are, I just go where Apple Maps tells me. So now I have to babysit these people and can’t go at the pace that I think is right for me. I have to pedal HARD just to show them I am not a wimp, instead of my casual saunter I am suddenly in Tour De Juneau. I want to leave them eating my dust, but when we come to a fork in the road I stop and wait for them to catch up.

Apple Maps was true, and we got there in a whisker more than one hour. 12.9 mph average pace wasn’t bad. I could have cut off a bit without the Kiwi baggage. Regardless a satisfactory pace. We parted at the Ranger Station and I was left to myself. I assumed they would be waiting on my return for the remainder of the tour.




The glacier was pretty spectacular. The only problem my legs were rubber. So I wobbled around and cursed any rise in the trail. I met a woman who recognized me from the ship, and we passed the time for a few minutes. She found a new drink on this cruise called a Mudslide. At the price of Included in the cruise. I’ll make sure to try it when I get back to the ship. Walking the trail to the waterfall my legs are screaming. Keeping a happy face on so not to whine to passing strangers I trudge on. About 3/4 of the way I approach a woman struggling but persisting back up the trail. I asked her “Am I going the right direction for the tour bus?” She was fast ! “Yes, just keep going and when you reach the end turn around and come back this way.” That was a funny and fantastic retort.

The falls were great, with the glacier in the background and the lake in the forefront it was worth the responsibility getting here.

Now for the ride back it is following a river to the sea, so in theory it is all downhill. Unfortunately the river is not a fast river so as the tour guide says it is ‘mostly flat’. Meaning it had hills. Now the wind is flowing up the river canyon and directly in my face. I am nearly a danger to myself, but my ego is sometimes stronger than common sense, and it was in charge for sure.

Apple Maps was helpful on the way home, but I am not sure if it was me or the app, I ended up on a road what was marked 55 mph and the cars and trucks only took it as a suggestion. A woman pulled abreast of me and rolled down her window and said “You shouldn’t ride on this road, it is dangerous!” I totally agree’d with her, but there was no way of getting off it until the next intersection a mile or more away. I hugged the guardrail like a NASCAR driver and got to a stop light and was able to cross the street. I stayed on side streets for a few miles and somehow got directed back to that fuckin’ highway. I pee’d my pants and continued until I saw a left turn land and made a mad dash across two lanes of speeding traffic to the semi safety of the center lane divider and then across the opposite two lanes of wheeled death.

A road sign said 3 miles to town. “I think I can. I think I can ….”. I stayed off that darned highway the rest of the way. I am so, so happy the New Zealand couple were not following my directions back. She’d be having the screaming meemies on that highway. If there was someone there to hear me I certainly would have.





I turned the bike in and caught the bus back to the ship on uncertain legs. The first thing I did was go to the closest bar and order a Mudslide. Chocolate syrup coats the inside of the glass. Rum, Kahlua and some other booze. Ice cream scoop and more chocolate syrup. Blend til smooth and some chocolate syrup on top. Apple Watch said I had burned 1800 or so calories on the bike ride. The Mudslide negated that and then some, I’m sure.

Once I found my legs again I walked down to my room and sprawled on the bed for a while. There was a knock at the door, and it was Jesus passing out tomorrow’s schedule. I took it and then he talked. He’s over worked, under paid, has to bunk with 8 other men and the food stinks. Sounds like he’s in the Army. I listened and felt his pain and he departed to continue to pass out the schedule.

Nook had a dead battery and needed recharging. Apple Watch wanted food. So I brought iPad to dinner. The wine steward came by, suggested a wine at a slight up charge and the wine was an excellent pairing with the meal. I slipped him a 5 and now I’m his best friend ever. He must have stopped by 10 times over the meal to check on me. Shoo ! Give me some space, please.

All done with dinner. See you tomorrow. Hope I can tell you about the Aurora that is forecasted for tonight.

Saturday, May 11, 2024

Welcome home to Alaska

 

Friday May 10 2024

I missed a day along the way. Sorry ‘bout that.

Actually you didn’t miss much. It was a sea day and about all I did was roam around aimlessly exploring the ship. We had a time change in the night and I didn’t bother to learn how to manually change the time. Normally it is done automatically with the Wi-Fi, but since I am deathly afraid of turning the darned thing on for fear of hitting the marine Wi-Fi and being charged at millionaire rates by the second I’ve stayed in Airplane mode.

So up at the crack of 7am that turned out to be 6am. Down to breakfast and found out the main dining room didn’t open until 7am according to a German couple who were totally flummoxed by the time change. We hung around for a few minutes, and it did become 7 and the doors remained shut. I checked the couple’s daily sheet and though most of it was written in Deutsch the time was written in universal numbers 7:00. After a while some dude showed up and said it was 7:30, he showed us his program and his read 7:30.

We all hung around, after all we were already at the gate. Mr. Some Dude turned out to be Mr. Know-it-all. From Ketchum Idaho (he probably votes for the wrong political party from me). I said “Ernest Hemingway lived there (and shot himself there too).” Mr. Know-it-all (hence forth Mr. KIA) said “Wow! You are right! How did you know that?”. Sarcastic Theresa replied “I don’t know. I just pulled it out of the air”. Well that kind of ruined our eternal friendship. At least I didn't tell him I pulled it out on my ass. He dropped me from his sights and began to pontificate about his travels and knowledge of everything to another nearby woman.

At half past 7 the portal to breakfast opened and welcomed us to a nice white tablecloth table with a view of the wake. I offered to tale a picture for the couple next to me. He was trying to do the selfie thing and his 70 year old thumbs were not as agile as those 20 something’s you see on the internet. We chatted a little before our orders were delivered. He American she a much much younger attractive woman from the Dominican Republic. We didn’t solve any of the world’s problems, but we did kill a few minutes in conversation.

The remainder of the day was just wandering from place to place. Stopping and watching the crew attempting to entertain the rest of us. In the evening I had my first Specialty Dining experience. If it wasn’t so bad it would have been unremarkable. Cagney’s Steakhouse. All the YouTube reviewers raved about them. The appetizer of Ahi Tartar was really, really good. The salad I forget. The rib eye steak was cooked perfectly, but they should have let the cow the steak came from just retire in her old age. The meat was so laden with gristle and tough even their steak knife had difficulty ripping through it. One piece I chewed on it until my jaws locked. Any place else I would have spit it out and hid it in my napkin, but I couldn’t find a way to discreetly do that. So I choked (really) down.

The host asked me twice how I like the meal. I gave him a flat “It’s okay”. That seemed to satisfy him. I guess just okay is ok.

After that I went to the casino and donated the hundred dollar bill to the gambling gods. That now belongs to the casino. I might walk away from the table with over a hundred, but only the amount over $100 is mine. The Benjamin still belongs to the table. It ran the hundred through the craps table and left once it had gone through and walked away with $140. That was fun, but I was the sole player, and it was kind of boring. I love craps for the table’s energy as well as a chance to increase my bankroll. Solo it is the same interaction as a slot machine, and that is more about the monetary exchange than the social exchange. I don't think I'll be playing Craps solo again. (The preceding was from the first night)

This evening I went to play craps and there were a few at the table. One guy was having a blast betting on everything and having fun fun along the way. He and I played for 45 minutes and I did alright. I doubled my $100. So I am now up $140 and I still have the cruise line’s black chip in my pocket.



Off to slumber land after that and woke at 6 and dozed until 7. I looked out my peephole and there was another ship next to us and people were there. Guess I better pull the shades while I get dressed. A bagel and coffee and off the ship to the wilds of Alaska. The place of my birth. I guess the ship didn’t know that I had returned, because the ticker tape parade was missing. Maybe the statue was erected in the capital Juneau, and I’ll see it tomorrow. Today Ketchikan.

The ship used to park downtown, but this cruise line built a different parking spot out of town so we had to catch a bus to get to the city proper. Not a tour bus, a school bus! The only difference between this bus and a 1960's school bus were the seatbelts. The driver was fun, informative and funny which made up for the gum under the seats. The tour videos all talked up Creek Street and my friends who had cruised here before all talked up the totem park. So those were my two goals. One right in town and the other one at the edge of town.

Ketchikan was a segregated city at the turn of the 20th century those approved of lived on the north side of the creek and the Indians and Chinese south of the creek, as well as assorted bawdy houses. The south of the creek is now Creek Street one of the high points of a trip to Ketchikan. Much like Cannery Row in Monterey age has softened and polished it up, and it is now the showpiece of Old Ketchikan. It really is kind of cute and very photogenic. I took a few photos of the street and I think one or two might be a keeper. Past the $10 tour of a former brothel, a t-shirt shop, a couple overpriced non Starbucks and up the creek. Following the salmon trail up to their spawning grounds and now fish maternity ward called a hatchery.


Then off to the Totem Pole park. It’s just outside of town, says Lynda and Linda. At least it isn’t raining, and the weather is mild. Just outside of town turns out to be a two and a half mile walk alongside the main highway in Ketchikan. At least there was an asphalt path bordering the road. I got there and really did enjoy them. Some sun would have helped enhance the colors of the poles, but that is why there is Photoshop. A half mile walk would have made them fantastic. I opted for a $15 taxi ride back to Creek Street.

Now the clouds have parted, and Creek Street is loaded with color, so I took a few more photos. By now the afternoon wind was starting up and coming off the water, it seemed like a good time to return to the ship. A real double-decked tour bus this time. No school bus, it's probably time to pick the kiddies for lunch.

I went straight to lunch myself when on the ship. The place was packed. The hostess asked if I minded sharing a table. Sure, why not? A husband, wife and someone’s mother sat at the table with me. He turns and says “I know you! You and I played craps last night!” He was the hot roller that helped me double my stake. Wow! What a nice coincidence, though the pool of people is limited when on a cruise ship. so, maybe not such a coincidence. They were in their own bubble, so conversation was minimal.

Back to my room to drop things off and my cabin attendant Jesus wanted to talk. Making sure everything was up to standards, and then we got to the part that I was curious about. I didn’t ask wages, but I found out he had worked for the company for 24 years and could retire at 25. I think he was holding on for that parachute. Except it’s not a parachute it’s more of a paper airplane. After 25 you get a lump sum of $1,000 a year and a handshake. That is providing you make it to 25. If you don’t, you don’t get diddly. He also wasn’t too hot on this particular ship. On the newer ones he had his own room, this one he had to bunk with nine others. 5 bunks on one side and 4 on the other. You gotta get up early if you want to use the bathroom.



Thursday, May 9, 2024

Ahoy Matey's

May 8th 2024

Currently on a train from home to Vancouver Canada.

Vancouver, Canada is only about 50 miles from my home. So close that after work we would occasionally drive up and night ski on Grouse mountain. The only thing to slow you down from a quick drive is the International border crossing. So if it was just a day trip I drive. This trip is different, because from Vancouver I will be traveling by ship to Tokyo, Japan. Then after an 18-day voyage, I'll do some independent sightseeing. With my personal highlight of biking across 6 islands over 2 days. Since the tip is out of the ordinary, let's travel differently. Hence, AMTRAK. Home to Vancouver in about 2 hours. Normally the train is maybe 15 minutes late, today for your special needs it will be about an hour and a half late. Glad I don’t have to be anyplace soon. Oh ! Wait I do. I need to be at a cruise terminal by 3pm. I expect I’ll make it. I wonder if travel insurance will cover it if I miss the boat.

For those of you tuning in late, I am on the way to Tokyo for 2 weeks of light exploration of Japanese, via a cruise ship from Vancouver through various ports in Alaska. Eighteen days from YVR to NRT, by air 9 hours. I thought it would be interesting, but I am not too sure if it has gotten too interesting already. Regardless, I am not in control of this part of the trip and should just sit back and endure the experience.

This trip was a 2020 plan. Not the cruise part. I wanted to take my regular annual vacation to Japan, but one of the sights I really wanted to see was under renovation and see it wrapped in Tyvek and construction scaffolding was not my preferred way to see it. I could have put it off for a few months, but the 2020 Summer Olympics were scheduled in Tokyo. So I went to Italy as a second choice.

As you may rember while I was in Italy a virus called COVID appeared and threw everything into chaos for the next couple of years, with many countries closing their borders to tourism for years. So now it seems is the year for Japan, along with the lowest Japanese Yen to U.S. Dollar exchange rate in decades and everybody and their cat deciding this is the year.

Eventually the train crawled into Vancouver station right on time, if you are speaking of Island Time. Canadian customs was more for the formality of the process than the actual inspection process. A quick cab ride to the terminal through Vancouver’s famous Hastings street. I would have expected block after block of junkies sprawled out on the sidewalk in New York and not pristine Vancouver Canada. Google map’s direction to the cruise terminal offered several options to get there from the train station. Public transport, car and walking. It projected a 14-minute taxi ride, and a 35-minute walk. I had thought about walking, after that tour of the shooting gallery I am so glad I caught a cab.




 

The cruise terminal was really convoluted. Walk in follow the women pointing, go to the elevator go down one floor. Find the push me pull you ropes and weave back and forth for a mile and get your official Mickey Mouse club card for the ship. Then follow the pale pointed fingers and find more zigzag until to reach Airport security. Not nearly as intrusive as TSA, you got to keep your shoes on. Back to yet another maze, by this time I was expecting a chunk of cheese as a reward for successfully navigating this maze, but US Customs and Border Protection was next. That was dead simple, get facial scanned and vamoose. More pointing fingers a metal zigzag and a quick touch and go of the club card, and I was again back out of the maze, and released into a very large floating box. Alas, no cheese.

First things first. Make reservations at the specialty restaurant. Forget about the safety briefing and the place to go when we hit the iceberg I want to make sure I have had my rare steak and French bistro as we are going down. With that taken care of I got a Vodka tonic, without the tonic and sat down and relaxed a bit. I guess I better find my lifeboat station, I hear they get pissy if you blow that part of the trip off. Found it, got my ticket electronically punched and held my hand out for an M&M as a reward for being good. All I got was a smile.




Wandered around the ship for a while and eventually found my room, cell ? It has a door that opens when I want it to, so maybe cell isn’t the right term, but it is kinda small and the window is about the size of a fish tank for a gold fish. It’s round and doesn’t open. I think the term for my accommodation is steerage. I met Jesus from the Philippines who is my room steward. Pleasant man. I’ll try and not be the demanding client.

Back outside to get some sun and a drink, this is a cruise ya know? The Bloody Mary was watery and not from having too much vodka. A bunch of honking and a slight lurch, and we were free of the dock and on our way. The view? Well I could see Mount Baker, the same darned mountain I can see from my backyard. So far, no cheese, no M&M, watery Blood Mary and the same view as I have at home. I can’t understand why I haven’t ocean cruised before. It’s sooo special.

So here we are, a sea, under the Lion’s Gate bridge, careful to avoid getting pooped on by the roosting seagulls (I know from a previous biking experience), past the bay where I earned to sail and off we go.


One of my friends who travels, but doesn’t cruise advised me to avoid the elevators at all costs. She caught COVID on a cruise, Rockin’ Pneumonia on another, and the plague from thinking about her cruise experiences. So Steerage is on deck four, the pool is on deck 12 and 13. Two hours in, so far 23 floors according to Apple Watch, and there are more floors ahead.

Dinner was good, a nice menu fit for any palate. I kept it light, an appetizer, some soup and a salad. There are 17 more dinners, breakfasts and lunches ahead. It would be easy to eat so much that I would need to buy new clothes in Japan, and Japanese are not known for their bulk unless you are a Sumo wrestler.

I think now is a good place to stop. 8pm I need to unpack and wander some more. amber get another flight of stairs or two in.

Tuesday, December 12, 2023

The many ways I got around




Bus to Seattle

Delta to Korea

Fresh ?? Snack on Delta

Bus to Sapa

9 Pax limo to Ha Long Bay

Shuttle boat to cruise ship

Self propelled kayak

Foot powered row boat

Another bus

.. and still another bus

Private taxi to Da Nang

 

Hanoi revisited photos