Whitsunday Cruise, Day Four....Sailing home

Day Four, Whitsunday Cruise - back at sea

 

Another lovely day in paradise.

 

The wind picked up for the sail home

John has adapted well to the sun and sea

John and I were up very early as usual, and hobbit-like went up to the buffet to partake of first breakfast. Well I do have to have food with my pills. We met up later for second breakfast in the Waterfront with Julie and Lynden. Mmmn …. Eggs Benedict!

A day of essentially just lolling about ensued. We appear to be very good at this having by now settled into our groove of boat life. One could get used to it.

 

Aaaah....relax

The bar on the aft deck

John and I commandeered our spot on the back deck to curl up and read. We kept being interrupted by people pointing out whales which were breaching and cavorting near our boat. Not near enough to get good photos sadly, but it was an added bonus to watch them. Even at lunch several people rushed to a window as whales were spotted nearby.

We just loved being able to rest and relax so much, reading books and doing cryptic crosswords or even having siestas. It seemed really decadent to do nothing, but as they say “Someone’s gotta do it”.

 

Markets in the Atrium

Reception

Art for sale

The final show in the Marquee featured a medley of all the guest performers on the boat. We were very glad we hadn’t bothered to stay up late for the late night R rated comedy shows. The two comedians weren’t the least bit funny. On the other hand David Byrne, our Irish Neil Diamond tributist, was very funny and comedy wasn’t his main act. As we emerged from the Marquee it looked like all the passengers had been drinking heavily as we staggered drunkenly up the hallway. In fact it was just the boat pitching about in the waves. The water was splashing onto the decks as high as deck eight. I presumed they’d closed deck seven’s outside areas for safety.

 

Barb outside the Waterfront Restaurant

Lynden, Julie, Barb and John in the Waterfront Restaurant

Despite the tossing about, neither John nor I felt seasick, although I did feel like the room was moving around me when I got home.

 

We were on a lower deck this time when we sailed under the Gateway Bridge on the way back in to port. It was still impressive and John looked down smugly at the City Cats berthed at Rivergate Marina. He had to go to work later in the day and saw the Pacific Jewel from the decks of a City Cat later in the afternoon before it sailed away to Sydney.

 

The city cats moored at Rivergate Marina

Home! Coming back under the Gateway bridge