Monday Last was the day we came to New York for. The day to
board the Magnificent Caribbean Princess.
What a ship with Caribbean in its name is doing in the north
east, I have no idea, but we have a ticket to ride on her, to Greenland and
then back to New York, so what’s in a name?
We summoned an Uber for a ride to the Brooklyn cruise
terminal. This Uber just like the one we used the other day stinks like
chemical air freshener, at least the odor hasn’t clung to our clothes like in
the first ride.
Fumigating A Ubeer
The traffic from Manhattan to Brooklyn was way more
chaotic than the process of boarding the ship. There were no lines at check in,
no lines waiting to board, and we were on board watching from our balcony the
men with many dollars in their hands move the luggage from the parking lot to
the ship.
Sail away wasn’t until after dark and as the sun set the lights
from the skyscrapers lit up the night.
Another highlight of the sail away was crossing under the
Verrazano Narrows bridge, made even more cool because it wasn’t pouring rain
like last time entering the harbor.
Verrazano Narrows Bridge
After the fast pace of New York the first day on the ship
was a much-welcomed sea day. The second day was our first port at Halifax Nova Scotia.
Having traveled in Canada before, and becoming fluent in
the language I knew it would be a grand day in a city that if one wanted to you
could ride a motor bike to.
We signed up for a hour long bus ride out to scenic Peggy’s
Cove, that turned out to be most pleasant with the guide and bus driver having
almost as much fun as we were having.
Besides our ship another large cruise ship pulled in
after us and made for the most motor coaches possible on the narrow road.
Peggy’s Cove Light
People from both ships swarmed to the light, as if they
were moths to a flame.
Overnight we cruised the coast of Nova Scotia and ended
up in Sydney for our second port call.
Sydney Mural
Sydney turned out to be a great little town to walk
around in, find some lunch and ample free wi-fi. They even have a bookstore,
and you can’t be a real town without a bookstore…
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