Saturday…Day 12…we spent cruising the inside passage from Ketchikan to Vancouver, BC. It was a beautiful sunny day “at sea!” I especially loved the “at sea” days meaning it was NOT boot camp. We slept in, had breakfast in our room while watching the beautiful scenery float by, drank, relaxed, ate some more, drank some more, and watched the beautiful scenery float by literally all day long! IT WAS WONDERFUL!!
A few pics of the passage…
During our stay on our “home away from home”, the Nieuw Amsterdam, we returned to our room to find this…
Somehow our room steward became aware of our political affiliation as we returned to find this…no jackasses in OUR room…well, maybe one π¬π
And last but not least…a subtle hint that they noticed my transformation from blue jeans to stretch pants as I ate and drank my way across Alaska…
Day 13…Boot Camp AGAIN! We arrived in Vancouver around 7:00 a.m. and disembarked around 9:00 a.m. We cleared Canadian customs, grabbed our luggage, and boarded our coach to Seattle. We arrived at the Canadian/US border and had to then clear customs again π€ͺ
A border agent came on board and collected all of our passports to take inside for processing while we waited patiently. GASP! He dropped half of them on the pavement and they went flying! Wouldn’t you think he would have a bag or at least a cardboard box or something to carry them in?
After a short amount of time (not long enough to do anything with 50 passports but long enough for a cup of coffee) he came carrying them all back (not in a bag or cardboard box) and handed them to the driver. The driver then handed them to one of the passengers and told her to return them to their rightful owners while he peeled out and headed south π³ I am pretty sure they could use a couple of alpha females at the border (both north AND south) to be in charge π¬
DAY 14… We flew home without incident…no lost luggage, no delayed or cancelled flights ππΌ We were home long enough to catch up on a few things and just in time to spend Labor Day weekend working at the tap room.
We are now in Islamorada for some R & R from our Alaskan adventure…
Wait…what? BOOT CAMP AGAIN? I think CTM noticed my transformation from blue jeans to stretch pants so he aired up the tires on our bicycles and “boots” me out the door every morning! I now find myself once again longing for that day “at sea” π!!!!!
Catch you on the flip flop…
CJM