On the High Seas

It was great getting back on the QM2. It seemed like we never left the ship and it was only
a momentary stop on our World Cruise of 2009. Boarding at Ft. Lauderdale was the usual
bottleneck of security etc. however we are used to these delays and have learned to game
the system where possible. We're located in 8049, our old stateroom mid-ship but with a new
steward, Albert, who is on his first voyage and is eager to please. We saw Dario, our former
waiter, last night and he was so overjoyed to see us, he almost dropped his gear. He burst out
with a grinning," Como Esta Henrique" and ran over to give us a big hug. It was good to see
his smiling face. This morning we got a TV presentation of Barbado's tours. We will be
docking early tomorrow and are scheduled to take the Coast to Coast tour with moderate
walking. We did take a few turns around the ship this morning. Tomorrow, I'll give you the
real scoop about Barbados, (former English colony but now an independent state) that is,
if I can get back to a computer.

Attended 2 lectures this afternoon. Writers for British TV and film, Dick Clement and Ian Le Frenais spoke about their 40 year collaberation doing comedy writing also Criminal lawyer
and politician, Sir Ivan Lawrence, whose topic was My Life of Crime as a Defence Barrister
.Both funny in a British sort of way.
Dinner this evening included Peking duck, Oh so tasty. Tomorrow we begin tapering off our
food intake or we'll never outrun the lions. Before dinner we attended the Capt's welcome aboard cocktail party, the initial gala event for passengers boarding at Ft. Lauderdale.
Entertainment Director, Ray Rouse, no relation to Annabelle introduced key staff members
while the passengers got tipsy on champaign etc.. Dress was formal and Annabelle wore
her Chinese silk jacket that evoked OOS & AHS from the multitude.
As you entered the Queen's Room you shook Capt. Wright's hand while an aide repeated your name.
As he shook my hand he said, "Mr. Henry Rosenbluth, ah yes, you were with us a couple of year's back. From Wales, aren't you?" Without hesitation, I replied, " no skipper, from Chichester, twas my brother, Midley, from Wales." He countered as quickly, "right so, old man". So much for the Rosenbluth fame. How soon they forget!