I seem to
always choose the same words once I am on those traveling roads. That a short
time does seem much longer. But I can only repeat myself, because it is true.
Only a week ago my journey started. After a short night (it was New Years Eve
after all and I could not find my sleep with all the "noise" going
on outside) my brother in law brought me to the train station in Basel where I
boarded the train – obviously – to London. Changing in Paris (so sorry
you beautiful city for not having lingered this time!). As it was New Years Day
the train was quite empy. But I couldn’t have bothered anyway as I dozed off
for most of the 3 hour ride and it did go by quite quickly. The metro
underground at noon was surprisingly – or not for a New Years Day – quiet as
well. The people helpful with all my luggage (it is a pain in the ass if you
have more than one bag to carry in the Parisian metro) and the metro free (how
lucky am I) on this morning. The
Eurostar to London turned out to be just a tad bit busier. Guessing all the
people who’d done a New Years trip to Paris had to get back home for work on
the 2nd. London
greeted me with its typical English weather (what else is to be expected in
January). Some rain and wind. While I do say my sorries to Paris I must apologize
to London as well for not staying much longer. There was just enough
time for a quick stop at A & F :) (already looking forward to those
visits in the US) and a dinner at Fish Works. Meeting up with Sophie, whom I had
met almost 5 years ago on the Southern Sun trip from New York to Los Angeles. How quick time passes … and never
forget to stop believin‘ you fellow SS trekkers…
It was the
next day already that I took a transfer bus to Southampton, where the Queen
Victoria was starting it’s 4 months world cruise. Nooooooooo, I am not staying on for
that Long!! I have figured out by now that 3 weeks is more than enough on those
ocean roads. Especially if they start out the way they did on this journey!! Oh
dear, I have seldom felt as sick as during those first 3 days! And no,
this is not my first cruise. Almost 4 days of going through a massive storm
that was raging in the North Atlantic. This big ship suddenly feeling as small
as a nutshell in the big Atlantic waves. How powerful nature can be … When I
booked the first part of this cruise to Buenos Aires I thought I could manage
the 10 days it takes to Ft. Lauderdale. Cause after 3 days there was supposed
to be the first port of call in Ponta Delgada in the Azores. But as an effect oft he storm we could
unfortunately not make that port of call. Heading straight on to Florida. Oh,
how I am longing to hit land again!
Inbetween there is enough time to relax. Now that the sea is
as calm as ever (this morning I thought we were standing still!). I truly hope
it stays that way. There’s time to read. There’s time to have an Afternoon
English Tea Time. There’s time to go to the movies. To Shows. To Line Dance Classes. To the gym. To
Yoga Classes. And there is time to observe. Observe all the stories that are
going on on a ship like this. I could write a book about it. Actually, I should
write a book about it once I return ;)
Halfway through on the way to the US. Somewhere in the
middle of the Southern Atlantic now. It seems like there’s a world inbetween.
Or maybe just a whole lot of water :)
3 more days until we arrive in the Sunshine
State. Time to pet an alligator :)
Man cannot discover new oceans unless he has the courage to lose sight of the shore.
- Andre Gide -
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