Sunday, March 27, 2022
At 4:30, HAL sponsored the Grand Finale sail-away because Nuku Hiva was our last port. They set up more tables, put out more chairs, set up another bar area for the daily drink special, and had the Dance Band set up to play. Promptly at 4:30, the Captain made his announcement with a follow-up by Ian.
The appetizers came out by the dozens, the Band started playing and singing, and drinks were flowing. The Sea View Deck was packed with people. I think they should always have a band to play at sail-away instead of a DJ.
Dinner in the main dining room was a table for two. Well, make that a table for one. Chuck ate his appetizer and then started feeling queasy. He couldn’t stay for his main course and decided to go back to the room.
Went back to the room and he was in bed. Said he was feeling better in the cool room. Too much sun and didn’t drink enough water.
We got several notices in our mailbox: (1) set our clocks forward by 30 minutes; (2) the Internet will be slow and intermittent during voyage back (hard to believe it can get any worse); (3) if you use the laundry, they will not be processing new loads after 9:00 a.m. on Thursday. (I am sure they are swamped and have to get all laundry back by Saturday afternoon.)
The laundry service is really nice. They usually have all your laundry back no later than 24 hours after your steward gets it to them. Everything is always nice folded or pressed. They wrap your underwear in tissue. Plus, they give you a note thanking you for using the service.
Woke at 6:00 a.m. but then moved the clock to 6:30 as instructed. Found our Pinnacle Gala picture in our mailbox.
We started our first of our seven sea days back to San Diego. Chuck is feeling much better today. We had a Lido breakfast, went to the gym, and walked a mile around the promenade.
Packed up the snorkeling gear and copied my photos from my camera to the laptop. The Internet has stopped working twice already.
Spent the afternoon in the pool. Had to tell several people that Chuck was fine – he just floats with his hat over his face. Sometimes he falls asleep floating. He doesn’t sink. He looks dead. I asked him to stop – he was freaking people out.
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