Another cruise!

We definitely still owe the world another Sydney blog, as I’ve barely written a thing about the city we now live in, but we’ve also been on ANOTHER cruise and I didn’t want to deprive you of any more from details. Because CRUISE! Our favourite mode of transport. You know how we love to cruise.

So as you may recall from an earlier blog post, we were (easily) encouraged to book another holiday when on the last cruise from Hong Kong to the Pacific Islands, which meant that on 5th January 2017 we embarked the Voyager of the Seas to Fiji, Vanuatu and New Caledonia.

We were sailing out of Sydney harbour, which was majorly iconic and also very convenient – we’d picked up the keys to our new flat the night before, so after leaving the car there were able to get an Uber to Circular Quay in just ten minutes!


The first few days were at sea, and pretty choppy. Our cabin was Deck 2 so very low down in the ship and the waves were about 2.5m swells that kept slamming into the side of the boat and the window. I didn’t feel seasick but I didn’t like how wobbly it was – we ended up spending the afternoon in our cabin on most of the second day as they had closed a lot of the decks off and it was raining, so there were very limited places to sit in the public areas! We spoke to some people who had balconies  on the high decks (Deck 10 and above) who said that the spray from the ocean had reached their balconies! Not ideal sea day conditions.

For the first couple of days we didn’t have any table mates for dinner, but we sat with people at breakfast and lunch and met some nice Americans who came from Oregon and snowstorms – the rest of their party couldn’t catch their flight to San Francisco because of the weather so by the time they got to Sydney they had missed the cruise and were having to join in Fiji! As always the cruise food was plentiful, and we spent a lazy first few days on board. A highlight was when we went to a HILARIOUS music quiz which we actually nearly won – it was supposed to be 80s music, but the (incompetent) Royal Caribbean guy who was running it began playing one that was British TV themes instead! Like Monty Python, Blind Date, Emmerdale etc – we got down to the tie break with one other team (at 8/20 points… no Aussies knew ANY of them) but it was some logic tie break where you had to make a shape into another shape so we lost. LOGIC, tsk.

Happily by Day 3 the weather was looking up, and by the time we stopped in Fiji on Day 4 it was hot and sunny again. Fiji was GORGEOUS. The Fijians were super friendly, and in Laukota, our first port of call, we went on one of the ship’s excursions – a boat trip to the desert island of Tivua. We were serenaded on the boat journey by local singers, and arrived 45 minutes later in paradise – white sands, small shaded huts by the ocean, a BBQ lunch and unlimited beers! After a complete failure to do paddle boarding (the wind! My lack of balance!) we decided that the best way to spend the afternoon was lazing on the beach under the shaded canopies. Just bliss!



Our second stop was in Suva, Fiji, which was a bit less picturesque in the port, but still proved to be an amazing day out. With Mitch and Catherine, our new cruise friends who happily had joined us at our dinner table (*hi* if you’re reading this guys) we were some of the first guests off the ship and into a taxi to Colo-I-Suva national park. We timed the visit brilliantly as we were the only people there to begin with, following trails through the forest to end up in natural swimming pools with waterfalls. It was very green and fresh and a completely different side to Fiji to Laukota.

After another sea day, on Thursday we docked in Port Vila, Vanuatu. The port was crazy – once we got off, we walked through a market of stalls and to the port exit which was overrun with taxi touts for water and land taxis and for tours. We were trying to get to Hideaway Island and had Vatu, the local currency, but kept being quoted in AUD. As it was just the two of us it was hard to negotiate but in the end we managed to join a water taxi boat that was dropping some people in town which agreed to then take us on to Hideaway Island. I almost certainly did not get the best price (not helped because I’d forgotten the exchange rate) and when Jimi and I realised that we essentially had a private boat driver that was confirmed. We paid 4000 vatu to get there, which turned out to be about $44, and then another 2500 vatu entrance to the island.

In Vanuatu, our boat driver explained that different resorts own different islands, so Hideaway is actually a resort you can stay at, though we were just day guests. On the way we drove past a lot of half sunk boats, which were victims of the cyclone and had just been abandoned around the harbour for nebulous ‘insurance purposes’. 


The island itself seemed fairly large, with lots of the actual ‘resort’ areas off limits for us. Instead we found a spot along the stretch of beach where we had been dropped, and headed straight in to snorkel. The coral reef was running right along the beach and was pretty spectacular – although I’ve seen better coral, the sheer quantity and variety of the tropical fish was unmatched by maybe anything I’ve seen before (including the Great Barrier Reef!) Among the usual suspects in bright neons and electric blues and pinks we spotted our first actual clown fish hiding in some of the softer coral.

We spent a good hour exploring along the reef, before heading in for a break and to purchase some underwater postcards! These turned out to pretty much be regular postcards (!) which we were instructed to write on in pencil, and we then headed back into the water to the underwater post office. This was an underwater kiosk about 30m off shore, and maybe 4m deep, which I think is manned at times by someone in scuba gear. It was empty when we were there, so we instead posted the cards into the ‘postbox’ – fingers crossed they make it home?!

We stayed at Hideaway Island until about 2pm, doing some more snorkeling (best spot was a tiny seahorse on the coral!) before getting the free ferry back to the mainland. Here we had another altogether more successful go at bartering for a taxi to take us by road into town, and paid another 1000 vatu for us both. We got dropped after about 10 minutes at the duty free shops that Port Vila is particularly famous for, and decided to get some cheap ‘grog’. We picked up a couple of 1 litre bottles of Tanqueray gin for $18 each which felt quite cheap (preparing for you coming out in April) before negotiating AGAIN to get back to the actual port for a bargain price of just 500 Vatu for us both!

We had a quick look at some of the stalls at the port market (I was tempted by the Beats headphones on sale for $25) and got our passports stamped (a service I am not fully sure you are allowed to do, but hey ho!) before getting some much needed pizza and taking long showers. My hair had not been enjoying the constant on/off of snorkels and salt water…

The following day, we docked at Mystery Island in Vanuatu. It is a small island (you can probably walk around it in about 45 mins, but we just crossed it) where no one lives! The locals got boats to the island from the mainland (they live in a couple of villages there) and there is a toilet block, but aside from that it is just a cruise ship stop.

The boat tendered just offshore and Jimi and I had ordered room service so were up and ready to go before they started giving out tender tickets. We were on one of the first tenders (a lifeboat which the driver crashed into the ship as we left…) and it took a couple of minutes to dock on the island. We crossed straight over to the opposite side of the island and found a shady spot to lay out our towels before heading in to snorkel.

There was some coral right off the beach (but not a lot) and there were some fish to look at but not as good as at Hideaway Island the day before. After maybe 40 minutes, we went back to our stuff (which was now not in as private a spot as it had been!) and put t-shirts and shorts back on to have an explore. Walking back to where the tender had dropped us, there was a bar from the ship, where they were serving soft drinks and alcohol all day which was great as we had the drinks package. We were soon tempted by the colourful signs that had been propped up advertising tours the locals were running – at really low costs. We had some Vatu left so decided to give one a go, and booked on to the 10.30am Package 1 deal – a shark cave, snorkeling safari and turtle/eagle ray stop, all for just 2000 Vatu each. We had about twenty minutes to make up a small bag, with just our swimwear, snorkels and camera, before we met back up by the booking desk for the tour.

There were maybe 12 of us in total, and we were introduced to Mackenzie, who would be our guide, and another guy who was driving the boat. The boat was essentially a fiberglass shell with some benches and a speedboat engine on the back, that took us about 5 minutes away from the beach and out to the reef. Here the sea was completely clear, so we all snorkeled up and jumped in. The reef here was incredible – all different types, colours and sizes of coral, and all about a metre under the surface. Mackenzie led us all over to a big bit of reef of flat coral with a fissure running through it – it was standing alone, and if you’d swum down to the ocean bed about 3.5m below, there was a cave. This is where the reef sharks lived and one by one we took it in turns to dip our heads fully under and press our goggles up to the crack in the rock. With the light falling through, you could see the outline of two sharks lying in the cave just below – apparently they don’t come out in the day but still pretty terrifying if you stopped to think about it!

Once the whole group had had a turn, we all followed Mackenzie as he led us for about thirty minutes over some of the prettiest and most spectacular coral – we saw all kinds of fish, and gorgeous formations but alas, no turtles or rays! The trip was so good though and comparatively so much better than the reef you could swim to from the beach, so as soon as we got back to shore Jimi and I went right up to the desk to see if we could book another. We had only 2000 vatu left, but asked what that could buy us and the guy in charge said we could book on to the 1.30pm drop off zone tour. That gave us a couple of hours to sit in the shade, have a (contraband) banana and read, which was more than enough considering how crowded our area had become – there was an entire island and yet all the passengers seemed to be sitting where we were…

At 1.30pm we went back to meet our group and discovered it would just be Jimi and me! They asked if we wanted to borrow flippers but as we had no money we said we’d be okay (and we were fine, but only because we’re both strong swimmers!) On a map we were shown where we would be going – to the outer reef, about a ten minute boat ride out. We were with Mackenzie again, and along with the driver there was another local snorkeling with us so we were actually outnumbered. We couldn’t get over our luck having a private tour, but it ended up being so much better than we’d imagined! As soon as we jumped out the boat, right on the edge of the coral, with open ocean around us, we saw a turtle – quite deep and swimming away but a sighting nonetheless. After that the guys led us all around the reef for the next hour – we must have gone nearly a mile. It was unbelievably good – again all kinds of fish and pristine coral. It felt as though we were in another world to have it all to ourselves.

A scary moment came when Mackenzie pointed out a reef predator (we’re guessing barracuda, but it could have been shark?) which was swimming like us near the surface about 5m away. We didn’t see any more turtles or sharks than that, but did see all manner of other things including some massive snails. After the hour was up the guys asked if we wanted to keep going (uhmm, yes!) for another twenty minutes or so – I guess because we could keep up and weren’t really hindering them. The whole thing was just amazing and such good value considering the cost – we were so thrilled to have done it. After getting back on the boat (I was lifted on in both cases as it was too high/I have no upper body strength) we went back to shore, tired but just delighted by the whole thing. Probably the best snorkeling I’ve ever done. Just breathtaking.

We spent the rest of the afternoon just sitting in the shade and waiting for the tender queue to die down – the last one went at 4.30pm, and we probably got on one around 4.10pm. We’d had the complete full experience on the island, and it was definitely one of the best cruise stop days I’d ever had.

Which meant Saturday had a hard act to follow. We woke up early again (7am!) and after room service, got our bags together for a day on the Isle of Pines. Our cruise friends, Mitch and Catherine, met us at our room at 8am and we all went straight ashore on one of the first tenders (we have the tender system down to an art!) The tender took about ten minutes through aquamarine water to the beautiful shores of the Isle of Pines. It was aptly named, with huge forests of pine trees towering 50m high, interspersed around the beach with coconut trees. The sand was very fine and white – the whitest I’ve ever seen – and the combined effect was picture postcard perfect.


I’d read online that Oro Bay, on the opposite side of the island, was spectacular, so our first job when we got to shore was to find a taxi. Easier said than done – unlike the other ports there were just a couple of stalls set up along the wharf and no taxis in sight. We asked a guy touting for bus tours where we could find taxis, but he bluntly (French!) informed us there were ‘no taxis’ available at all and secondly that the bay was ‘not open’. Refusing to give up, we asked a stall owner to point us in the direction of the beach hotel. We stopped at their reception (maybe a 500m walk) and they gave us two taxi numbers, and suggested we wait on the main road as the taxis would be along in twenty minutes at 9am. Sceptical we walked back to the road, where there was barely any traffic (not so much a main road, as the only road) but at exactly 9.01am Jimi flagged down a guy who was running a tour to Oro Bay! Fate! We paid $20 each for a return trip, and set off the 19km journey across the island.

Because it’s French owned, we were driving on the right hand side, but barely saw any other cars (though the ones we did were French brands: Citroens and Renaults). Our driver was friendly and pointed out sights along the way including a church, the very colourful cemetery with painted crosses in a rainbow of colours, as well as the alleged tallest original pine tree on the island, from which Captain Cook had got the name. There were also lots of cows grazing along the roadside. After about 20 minutes we reached Oro Bay, and a small wooden hut where some young girls were selling entrance tickets for $10 each. We arranged to meet our driver back at this spot at 1pm (he’d wanted to give us only a couple of hours, but we’re so glad we had longer in the end!)

We paid the entrance fee, and were directed through the forest along a sandy path. A couple of very excited local dogs, presumably strays, ran along beside us and pretty much led the way to the edge of a creek. As it was high tide we had to get wet – so changed into water shoes and shorts, held our bags above our waists and waded across to the opposite bank. Picking our way over tree roots and partially submerged footpaths, we walked for around another twenty minutes, following signs to the Piscine Naturelle. We were lucky it was early because the place was practically empty – there was just one other group who were walking near us.

Eventually the creek opened out into the Piscine Naturelle – a large lagoon, sheltered from the sea by rocks and reef, so almost entirely still. Pine trees stood all along the banks framing the pool and you could hear the waves crashing on the rocks from the ocean behind the lagoon. We quickly found a shady spot to leave our things and grabbed our snorkelling gear and waded in. The water was warm and crystal clear, though towards the middle of the lagoon got a little colder and deeper. Here there was a small coral reef, and the most beautiful array of tropical fish all right in front of you. It was literally like swimming in an aquarium – I have never seen water so transparent and the visibility was incredible. There were clown fish and other small colourful tropical fish, as well as some larger ones on the sandy bottom. The coral was pretty too – not bleached or damaged. There was a hairy moment when Jimi and I swam over to investigate where the water was flowing in from the ocean and nearly got dragged out in an unexpectedly strong rip, but that aside the lack of current meant the water was still and even if you were standing up (which you regularly could) you could see the fish swimming all around you.


After about an hour we came out to dry off and reapply suncream, before having another go – this time armed with some breakfast pastries from the boat, which we crumbled up and fed to the fish (we’d read online about this, and saw another group feeding some bread). The fish went bananas and we got some great footage of us surrounded by all of them.

It quickly became clear that we had arrived at the ideal time, as the lagoon was getting increasingly busy, and the tide had started going out. Although we went back in the visibility wasn’t as good with lots of other people kicking up sand, and there wasn’t as much water to snorkel in! Jimi took some amazing photos though (we are going to have lots of new trip photos on the wall in the new flat!) and soon it was 12.30pm and time to walk back to where our driver was picking us up. This time as the creek was much lower we walked along that the whole way back and were surprised to find small reefs of coral all the way along – we were able to get some more really good photos just from standing knee-deep in water, with tropical fish around our ankles. We also spotted some suspicious looking creature (possibly an octopus?) masquerading as a rock, but kept our distance!

The driver was waiting for us back at the hut, and dropped us back on the beach, around the bay from the jetty where we’d be catching the tender back. The sand was just incredibly white and powdery, and the sea the most vivid shade of turquoise, so we couldn’t resist a quick dip before retreating into the shade. Even though I’d worn a cap today while snorkelling, we were all feeling more than a bit weather-beaten – the problem with being in the water for so long is that you’re right in the sun, and it’s hot! I’d been borrowing Jimi’s shorts and rashie for the past few days so was as covered up as possible, but the backs of my arms and legs were still pink!

After sitting and watching some crazy little see-through crabs dig some holes in the sand and then scurry out and fight each other before running back to safety again, we decided to head back to the wharf. We took a meandering stroll to the ship, stopping to get a fridge magnet on the way, and queued for a tender for about ten minutes before getting back on board at around 2.45pm.


Our final cruise stop (worth mentioning) was to Noumea, the capital of New Caledonia. We hadn’t really had any plans, but got off early anyway to catch the shuttle bus into town. There were heaps of tour operators offering a hop-on/hop-off bus, so we decided to take a chance – it was $20 but included a water taxi to Duck Island or Isle aux Canards. The island was very similar to Hideaway Island (in that it was a resort, with a beach and snorkelling immediately off the beach). Jimi spoke some amazing French and managed to blag us a double sun-lounger for the price of one! We headed in for the last snorkelling of the holiday and were pleasantly surprised by how good it was – the water was clear with some fantastic coral, and we even saw a turtle! Unfortunately there were also lots of tiny jellyfish in there so it came at the cost of lots of small stings (probably still worth it though!)

Which just left our final (actual) cruise stop – the Australian town of Wollongong which is a pointless stop at just 39 miles south of Sydney. Jimi and I did get off to have a little wander round the port and shops, and a dip in the (cold) pool before we headed back on board and set sail for our new home city of Sydney!

Under the sea…!

Sorry for the delay with this one – I don’t think I’d anticipated before we left how tricky it would be to keep this blog up to date, and we’ve been lucky enough to have been having a packed schedule full of adventures so far, which hasn’t left a lot of time for writing! But we’re getting back on track now (well, we’re about nine days behind real life but that’s FINE!) and this is a fun one to share as it features one of Australia’s top natural attractions – the Great Barrier Reef.

Visiting the reef had been one of the things that we had most been looking forward to about the cruise, but before we reached Cairns we had another two days at sea as our ship navigated our way down the eastern coast of Australia. Jimi and I attended a talk held by the pilot who had joined the ship in Darwin and was assisting the captain navigating around the reef (which is particularly difficult!) The talk was fascinating, especially as we were visiting the reef during the only time of year where new coral is spawned. From the ship we could see the coral spores sitting like a slick on top of the ocean (which lots of people mistook for pollution).

Other highlights of our sea days included the screening of the Melbourne Cup horse race on deck (all the Aussies got VERY excited about this, though it was just a two minute long flat race…) and for me learning to play a new game with Rini, Yvonne, Kevin and Lawrence. It is a version of ‘Rummy’ (similar to the card game) and you play with tokens – it turned out I was great and won three games on the bounce before retiring while still in my prime.

We also went to the gym (I know!!) and dressed up for the last formal night. Ohh and ate two BBQs on the deck – to negate the earlier gym-going. Everything in moderation. (Except burgers of course, we had LOTS of burgers…)

On the morning we arrived in Cairns, we were up bright and early attempting to get our new phones to work again which was great as it meant were able to get back in touch with the UK again. We managed to call home before grabbing a quick breakfast in the pool café, and somehow positioning ourselves by a stairwell so that we were some of the first passengers off the boat when we docked. We’d arranged an excursion to Green Island today, so once we were off we walked along Cairns waterfront to the Reef Fleet Terminal where the boat would be departing. We checked in with our tour company Great Adventures at the terminal and sun-creamed up, before boarding a small catamaran for the island.

Green Island is a small island surrounded by coral cays, about 45 minutes by boat from Cairns. It has a rainforest to walk around, and lots of beaches with some snorkeling opportunities. We’d brought our own snorkels, and as such were able to head straight for a glass-bottomed boat trip when we docked at Green Island (as that was included in our ticket). The boat was long and thin, and seated maybe 20 people in rows down two sides, with the centre of the hull all glass which gave us an amazing window on the marine life below. We had a thirty-minute tour around the island, which took us over some stunning coral, several sea turtles and a whole range of fish, including a small family of clown fish. The driver also fed some of the big (30 – 50cm long) fish from the boat, so we could see them all splashing about around and under us.

Green Island was set up very much as a tourist destination with changing facilities, shops, swimming pools and several lifeguarded beaches. We headed straight for the beach, and found a place to dump our stuff before heading straight out to snorkel. The water was really clear, and around the island were patches of sea grass (where the turtles live) and coral (where so many colourful fish and starfish were swimming). The highlight had to be when a giant turtle came and swam right underneath us for about thirty seconds before heading further out again – it was incredible and we managed to get it on film too!



We took a brief ice cream break back on land before heading out again. About 20 minutes later we were snorkelling along the far edge of the life-guarded area when Jimi grabbed my hand under the water and pointed straight in front of us. Where there was a SHARK! Yes an actual shark. It was about 1m long (we googled afterwards and discovered it was a reef shark) but let’s just say we swam back to shore PRETTY SPEEDILY. Apparently reef sharks are pretty harmless, but we weren’t going to stick around to check that!

Done with swimming for the day (obviously!) we strolled around the rainforest for a bit before we had to catch the boat back to the port of Cairns.


The ‘all aboard’ on the ship wasn’t for another hour so we had some time to walk around Cairns, past the fountain and man-made beach before grabbing a drink from McDonald’s and walking back along the promenade to the ship.


Back on board we had a snack from the solarium, and went on deck to watch the sail out from Cairns. That evening we also made it to a Strictly Come Dancing style show prior to dinner (unheard of), before our usual routine of eating in the restaurant (our waiter had decided by this point in the holiday to bring us multiple desserts every night which we were certainly not complaining about).
We headed to bed after dinner, as the next day the boat was in Airlie Beach and we had to be up early for another snorkelling excursion. We got up and ate a speedy breakfast in the restaurant, before heading to the theatre to meet the excursion group. We were heading out on a small ferry to the reef and as the ship was tendering to Airlie Beach, we needed to be collected directly off the ship in the middle of the ocean. We were all given travel sickness pills which inspired confidence, and then disembarked straight onto the Cruise Whitsundays boat. It was rainy out and the sea was a bit choppy, but as we sailed to the outer reef it got progressively sunnier. Cruise Whitsundays own some pontoons on the reef, which were about two hours away from where our cruise ship was moored.

The ferry had several decks, and tea/coffee facilities on board, so we were feeling fairly refreshed when we got to the pontoon at Hardy Reef. The pontoon was basically a metal rig, with several stories in the middle of the ocean. There was lots of gear set up to borrow, so while we had our own snorkels, Jimi and I kitted up in wetsuits and flippers, before heading straight into the ocean. 


The water was colder than we were used to, but literally a metre or so from the boat you were swimming over a large expanse of reef. The coral here was unbelievable – a rainbow of colours and shapes, and so many species of fish. The reef sloped off sharply at one side and just dropped completely out of view which gave you a kind of weird vertigo in the water. We saw a turtle in the distance here, but unlike at Green Island out here the coral was the real star. The fish were incredible again, and we also saw clams in every size and colour you can imagine. After about an hour we decided to head back to the pontoon for some lunch. It was a good thing we got out when we did though as Jimi was starting to go blue, and it took about half an hour out of the water for him to regain feeling in his fingers!

The boat served a buffet on board of salads and cold meats, so we sat outside on the pontoon with a plate trying to warm up before deciding to have a go in an underwater submersible boat trip, where you sat downstairs and through windows could look out on the reef. It was probably designed more for people who wouldn’t go in the water though, so that was a bit of a waste of time. Happily though Jimi had returned to a normal temperature, so we pulled on our damp and cold wetsuits again (a complete unpleasant experience) and got back in. This time we were on the hunt for clown fish, which we didn’t manage to see, though we did spot a moray eel right at the end which was cool! There were huge shoals of fish as well as individual fish, and we managed to get our photos taken underwater feeding a giant grouper. We ended up being the last people out of the water (definitely getting our money’s worth!) and had a quick rinse on the pontoon before getting back on board the boat.

The journey back to the cruise ship was a bit smoother, plus we also got given some delicious muffins to snack on so it was better in all ways than earlier. The boat diverted through a famous bay in the Whitsundays where you usually see dolphins, but alas there were none there!

We ended up getting back on board at about 4pm, and had the most amazing warm showers straight away before pre-dinner naps. All that exertion had clearly taken it out of us. We did make it to an after dinner show that night though called the Aussie Boys (disappointingly not a stripper group as I had been expecting) but three Australians who sang a lot of songs about our new country, presumably to get everyone in the mood for our next arrival. At this point on the cruise we had done all our excursions, and had just one more day at sea before the cruise was over and we docked in Brisbane…!

Arriving in Australia: Darwin

After Bali we had another two days at sea as the ship set course for our first Australian port of call – Darwin.

The sea days were pretty quiet again – though we were both excited to finally get our passports back ahead of immigration into Australia. All the passengers were actually going through immigration on board the ship so that we didn’t have to do it in port when we docked, meaning that we actually ‘entered Australia’ somewhere in the middle the ocean. We expected this to be quite momentous, as it was the moment that our Australian visas officially started. Surely at the very least it would be worth a comment from the Australian official, a handshake perhaps? An official G’day? Imagine our disappointment after we queued for ten minutes, only to have a British (BRITISH!) guy uninterestedly scan and stamp our passports and sent us on our way. So underwhelming.

Other highlights of our days at sea included:

  • Playing scrabble with Yvonne, one of our dinner table companions who magnificently thrashed me with a seven letter word including a ‘q’ (quarters!)
  • Having drinks in Russell and Jill’s suite with Russell, Jill, Darrell and Sue and then going to a VERY unnecessary dinner considering how many canapés we had just eaten…
  • Following through on our earlier threat and actually booking another cruise! To the Pacific Islands in January for what is allegedly some of the world’s best snorkeling. I am already excited.
  • Watching a ‘classic’ cruise entertainment show – a singer called Monique Montez, who did some great covers which we (or at least I) enjoyed much more than expected! I love me a good Adele cover.

So on the morning of Hallowe’en we finally arrived into Darwin port. In a feat of early morning enthusiasm that no one saw coming, Jimi and I went up on deck at 6am to watch the sun rise as we were coming into Darwin.

Obviously after that we then went back to bed, then got up late, got to breakfast late and then got to the theatre late where we were supposed to be meeting for our excursion – in fact so late that there was just one lone Royal Caribbean staff member still there! Fortunately we hadn’t missed the trip and were hurried straight downstairs to Deck 2 to disembark.

We took our first official steps onto Australian soil (!) before heading for our coach which was taking us to the Adelaide River. Darwin, in the Northern Territory, is quite a small city so we’d opted to go on a Jumping Crocodile River Cruise about an hour away.

We drove through some sparse countryside to reach the river – we spotted some wild bison and lots of wetlands birds before we arrived at the small dock. There were about fifty of us on the trip, and we were loaded upstairs and downstairs on a small river boat – Jimi and I had a position on the top deck in the middle. The boat then set off down the river, which was quite murky and brown – definitely not water you would easily spot a crocodile in! (Top tip – our guide told us never to swim in any water in Australia that you can’t see the bottom of, which seems like sound life advice!) Luckily, despite their supreme camouflaging skills, our guides were experts and we saw three huge crocodiles on the trip – two of which we fed (and made ‘jump’ for the food) from the boat. The male crocodile was about 4m long to give a sense of scale! We also saw some huge birds of prey which we fed scraps to from the boat.


Jimi got some good video footage (though I am clearly appalling at framing a shot, which had 90% sky and a small view of crocodile in the bottom corner…) and we both returned feeling very certain that we would never be swimming in the Northern Territory.
We stopped briefly at a Wetland Centre (a classic school trip type place) on the way back to Darwin before being dropped at the port. It was really hot out – about 33 degrees and Jimi insisted on doing a handstand on the tarmac next to the ‘Welcome to Darwin’ sign (because we are ‘down under’, and Australia is upside down, LOLZ) which may have not been the best idea for the palms of his hands…

Once recovered, we strolled to the Smith Street Mall – the main shopping streets and not an actual indoor mall as we had imagined – and visited a Woolworths supermarket and then some phone shops to sort Australian sim cards out for our phones. I then had the bright idea of calling home and couldn’t understand why no one would answer… until I realized it was 5.15am in England. Oops. I suspect this will not be my first time-difference issue. In my defense though the time had gone forward 1.5 hours the day before which was as ludicrous as it sounds. I had no idea what time it was anywhere!

We stopped to write a couple of postcards before strolling back to the boat, and sitting out on Deck 4 to film the sail-out from the harbour. That evening, once the sun had gone down we dressed for dinner and though we neglected to bother with costumes went up to the Hallowe’en pool party afterwards to dance under the stars with lots of other people who had taken it all very seriously!

We two days at sea to follow, before we would be arriving in the Great Barrier Reef for two days of snorkelling…

Malaysia, (lots more sea), and Bali

The day after Puerto Princesa we were in another port – Kota Kinabalu in Malaysia. It’s not actually in mainland Malaysia, but instead is in Sabah, on the tip of Borneo. (This explained a lot actually, as when we had looked at maps before leaving it had seemed as though we were taking a particularly extravagant route to Australia, though we’d not thought to question this!) We hadn’t booked an excursion as we had done some research before arriving about Kota Kinabalu, obviously only neglecting to look up where it was in the world, so after we had eaten breakfast in the buffet while watching the boat sail into port, we packed our bags in the room and managed to be some of the first people off the ship when we docked at around 11.30am.

We’d seen the local ferry terminal from the ship as we came in so knew roughly where we were heading, so set off out the port on foot to Jesselton Point (about a 15 minute walk). It was incredibly humid and we both got super hot (read: sweaty) on the way to the ferry building. Fortunately we managed to find the right ticket counter pretty quickly, and bought a return ticket to Tunku Abdul Rahman National Park – a group of five islands about a 20 minute speedboat journey away. We chose a return ticket to Sapi island, and after waiting around for about 45 minutes (outrageous!) a boat was ready to take us across.

The speedboat was small and carried about 12 people – unfortunately they obviously didn’t account for people as heavy as us (I blame the cruise diet). As such when we got about halfway to the islands the engine cut out – it had flooded due to the weight at the back of the boat (WE were at the back of the boat! Further outrage!) The drivers explained that we needed to spread out, so the upshot of this was that Jimi and I got to sit up front on the nose of the boat, which was bumpy and fun, somewhat like a rollercoaster. They could hear our screams in Manila! We eventually arrived at the island and jumped onto a jetty where we could already see all the colourful fish below in the water. Jimi was immediately itching to get in and snorkel! The island was sandy with small strips of beach, but most of it was jungle. We found a spot by one of the beachy bits to leave our bags, and then headed straight into the water.

The coral reef in Sapi is right off the shore, maybe 20m out, and the water wasn’t very deep – at its deepest up to our shoulders – so we could snorkel right over the reef. The reef has obviously been damaged by tourists which is a shame, but even so we still saw lots of different fish including clown fish, clams, hundreds of bright tropical fish, a puffa fish and a stingray. We spent about an hour in the water and then went for a stroll to the small shop in a wooden hut on stilts along the beach, where we bought some cans of drink and snacks. There were monitor lizards strolling about – we saw quite a few, completely unfazed by people and also bumped into our cruise friends Jill and Russell on the beach who had come to the island after we’d mentioned it last night.

We had our snacks under some trees as it had started to rain (Jimi threw the crisps everywhere and then knocked over the drinks – a shocking couple of minutes!) before we went back in again, this time with the camera to film the fish. After about ten minutes I was BITTEN BY A FISH which seemed unlikely but genuinely happened and it drew blood! I could have died. Needless to say, after all that violence we didn’t stay in much longer, which was also good because then the monitor lizards all seemed to go swimming which was pretty terrifying as they are enormous. About 4ft each? Big enough says Jimi. We went back to the main hub of the island to wait for the 4pm ferry, and saw some monkeys again, this time picking through some rubbish bins. Classy and cute – a winning combination.

We caught the boat back to the mainland without a hitch, and then picked up some wifi at Jessleton Point so managed to make some Skype calls home. We also found a flip-flop shop and treated ourselves to a pair each with our remaining ringgits. Fippers are big in Malaysia and after buying them we have now seen them everywhere, so let it be known for the record how fashion forward we must be!


As we had spent all our money we couldn’t get a taxi back, so walked in the (now pouring) rain back to the boat. But our fortunes changed back on board when I discovered Gilmore Girls was on TV in the room. (Can I just take a moment to say just how much I love Gilmore Girls. This may not seem relevant to the travel blog, but in a way isn’t Gilmore Girls relevant to us all? They talk so fast, but they talk so true.)

That evening we headed to the dining room where we were back with our usual table for more food, fun and chatting and after dinner had some coffees with some other new cruise friends. It’s been so lovely to meet so many friendly Australians (and Brits!) who have just been the most generous people so far – boding very well for arriving in Australia!

The next three days were spent at sea before we docked in Bali. These were pretty lazy, so while we considered providing long and detailed descriptions we decided to skim over these as they largely consisted of sleeping/reading/eating in various orders.

Key things that happened during this time include:

  • Getting up early enough to finally eat breakfast in the restaurant, where Jimi discovered amazing Eggs Benedict which was unfortunate as we will probably now need to get up that early every day, sigh.
  • We saw a hypnotist in the theatre on our first sea day, which was pretty convincing – loads of people took part and seemed to genuinely be hypnotised on stage which I’d never seen before. Jury is out on whether they were pretending.
  • We played late-night shuffleboard and mini golf with our dinner friends – Yvonne and Kevin and Laurence and Rini. They beat us at both activities quite comfortably. Kevin is VERY good at golf.
  • (Kevin saw dolphins but we missed them! So we then spent several hours over the course of the three days looking out for dolphins. We saw none).
  • We bought a $30 internet package for 24 hrs, and spent a lot of time debating whether to book another cruise in January to the Pacific islands. We may yet do so.
  • We had a formal night so dressed up and then ate dinner again with Jill and Russell, and then drinks with Daryl and Sue in the bar, making plans to do another drinks evening in their suite!

  • Jimi tried the climbing wall, and nailed it. He was only defeated by the red route on the far right wall – the challenge for the rest of the holiday will be to complete this!

So as you can tell, productive times all round. On Friday we arrived in Bali and, most excitingly of all, I’ve passed scribe duties over to Jimi for this post:

The day started well. We snuck off the boat and got on one of the first tenders to shore. When we arrived at the port of Benoa, we met our driver for the day, Sukiwirma, and we started our tour.

The first place we visited was a local village temple. Me and Kimberley had to wear a sort of sarong garment to cover out knees. The temple was incredible. There were stone carvings of various gods and our guide explained how it all worked. There are four types of temple and we were in a village temple.


After the temple our guide drove us to the monkey forest. It was hot! We paid our entry fee and then wandered down to a river. There were monkeys everywhere. They eyed up our stuff and a monkey decided that a packet of paracetamol looked too good to resist and stole it. An Australia lady raised the alarm to a warden and we fled. I’m sure the monkey had a good time. A warden gave us some sweet corn and the monkeys climbed all over us. I got a monkey bum to the face. Nice.


After the forest we had a wander around Ubud market – the driver had a nightmare parking the car! We didn’t buy anything but had a look at the hundreds of stalls selling everything from wooden penises to fake designer underwear. Something for everyone.


Our driver then took us to look at some of the rice terraces. We wandered down through a restaurant and across a river to the terraces. I fell in one stream and have ruined a pair of trainers. Not quite sure what Australian immigration will make of all the mud. We paid a toothless old guy 10,000 Bali dollars and headed up the other side. The view was amazing. Green paddy fields and palm trees cut into the side of a hill. We had a breathtaking view at the top and ate an apple. Kimberley had a go with one of the rice baskets. From her technique I’m not sure she would be cut out for a day in the paddy fields.


Our guide then took us to a water temple. We put on another sarong and headed in. Mine was a particularly fetching neon patterned number. The president lived up the top of the hill by the temple when he visited the area. Not a bad place. The temple was similar to the one we visited in the morning but much bigger. There was a natural spring in the middle and our guide explained that the spring was used to wash people and purify people. There was also a separate bathing area with water spouts. The spouts represented different things and you washed under 11 separate ones. We wandered out through a market and onto the next part of the tour.


The coffee farm was only five minutes down the road. Our guide showed us all the plants that normally come in jars at home. We saw vanilla plants, coffee plants, cinnamon trees, cloves and pepper corn plants. They also had a speciality coffee the locals call “cat-poo chino” – basically the coffee beans are fed to a Luwak cat and then roasted and turned into coffee. Not exactly the most ethical coffee in the world but it tasted alright! We also got to sample some great local teas and coffees. Highlights were a spicy ginger tea and a sweet coconut coffee.


Time was running out by this point and we only had an hour and a bit to get back to the port. The guide was confident we would have enough time so we headed to a waterfall.


The waterfall was about ten minutes away and we paid 20000 dollars and headed over to have a look. It looked big and you could see plenty of people in the water swimming. We did not have time to swim so looked at it for a bit then headed off. Sukiwirma assured us we would be a the port by 4.30pm in time to catch the tender back to the boat.

At 5.20pm we were still in the car. The last tender was at 5.30pm.

(Tantalisingly Jimi ends the blog there! But to fill you in…)

When he eventually pulled up at the port we literally legged it out the car and across the car park into the ferry building… only to discover that most of the ship was there as there had been a spectacular delay with the tenders! So we were FINE. (Which is fortunate as Jimi also neglected to mention that he had left the credit card on board, so we’d run out of money, hence having no lunch and we also didn’t have our passports which were still in the ship’s care! So being stranded would have been particularly unfortunate).

We had to wait about 45 minutes to actually get on a tender, but when we did we were able to stand on deck and watch the sunset as we sailed over to the boat. It was all lit up for the evening and we bobbed about for a while waiting for tenders in front of us to unload, before we finally got on board.


Back in the cabin we showered before dinner, and an after dinner show – a British comedy act, which was decidedly average, before once more retiring for the evening.

Sea Days and the Philippines

I spent the majority of our first full day aboard the Legend of the Seas lying down. The tail end of Typhoon Haina meant that the captain had changed course to avoid the storm, but the water was still really choppy all day.

We woke up late, and unpacked very slowly (interspersed on my part by lots of laying on the bed) before we eventually showered and had some lunch in the Windjammer Café – the buffet option on Deck 9. After that we found a good spot to settle in the solarium – a pool area with a glass roof (to protect pale Jimi who shouldn’t be exposed to direct sunlight), lots of sun loungers and a small café and bar and stayed there most of the afternoon. We attempted the gym – i.e. I went up with Jimi, then immediately returned to the cabin, though he managed a full (albeit unsteady) workout before we decided to head to dinner. As I didn’t feel up for a sit-down meal we went to the buffet again, but I ended up leaving Jimi to it after about 10 minutes and retreated to the cabin again – staying horizontal was definitely a good strategy. Meanwhile Jimi enjoyed a tasty chilli and some nachos sitting alone in the restaurant, with just the crew for company! When he came back we watched some TV before falling asleep. (Pretty much the most boring day at sea ever).

Luckily though in the night we got close to land and the wind dropped dramatically. The sea stilled. I stopped feeling like I wanted to die. And when we woke up on Friday morning the sun was shining and we could see Manila on the horizon. We were docking later than planned (at 11.00am) because we’d had to sail further to avoid the storm, so had time for breakfast and packing a bag before we docked. We changed (way too much) money at the desk into local pesos before disembarking.

The port was busy – lots of the crew were from the Philippines so had family visiting them on board, and we passed lots of happy faces as we headed out of the port on foot. There were taxis everywhere clamouring for a fare, but as we didn’t have a specific place to head to we kept going on foot, along with some other guests from the ship. We soon got chatting to them – a couple from Australia, and another from England, and together muddled our way to a shopping centre where we headed straight to a McDonald’s in search  of a cold drink and wifi. Unfortunately we didn’t find the latter, but I got a Diet Coke fix which restored my spirit at least.

Jimi and I then bid our new friends farewell and decided to have an explore on our own. The shopping mall was filled with lots of familiar shops (including a new ‘London-style Costa Coffee’) and I had fun dragging Jimi around a bookshop. A man in McDonalds had given us some basic instructions on how to reach Intramuros, the Spanish old-town of Manila so we attempted to set off there. Manila seems to be a city of haves and have-nots – we walked for about 20 minutes towards the old town and saw a lot of poverty, with children begging and washing clothes on the street, while others have expensive cars – Land Rovers with blacked out windows. The streets are quite dirty with lots of litter and open drains (but that may have been partly because the city had just been hit by the typhoon). Along all the streets are stalls with people selling fried plantain or other snacks and boxes of cigarettes. Jimi and I stuck out like sore thumbs!

We walked through Rizal Park on the way to Intramuros, which in the end we found without too much trouble. It was the old walled city from when Manila was first colonised, with wide tree-lined streets and attractive colonial style houses. We enjoyed taking a look at the gardens around the walls of the city, as well as the buildings in Intramuros.


We planned to walk back to the ship once we left the walled city, but found ourselves in a VERY dodgy street, so flagged a taxi down instead (which cost about £3 so a worthwhile investment!) Back on board we went to the Pool Café at the Solarium for some lunch – toasted paninis and salad, before settling in for the afternoon for some reading. When we headed off deck at around 6pm, we could hear a band playing, and realized that there was a local big band set up on the port beside the boat, playing us out. They were great – playing lots of hits like Uptown Funk and Happy, complete with dancers and a flag bearer (who got very into it!) and we stood on Deck 4 watching them for about twenty minutes before going back to the cabin.

As I was feeling better again we headed to dinner at 8.15pm to sit at our set table, which we were sharing with four Australians – a couple, and some friends travelling together. They are all in their seventies and incredibly friendly and chatty – we told them all about moving to Australia and they gave us lots of great advice. Jimi and I hang back after they left to order extra dessert, cheese and coffees (as you do, we can’t be too unrestrained in front of strangers!) before deciding to sample some on board entertainment – allegedly the world’s best juggler, who had a show in the theatre. It was fine, if not spectacular – to be fair it’s hard to make juggling look THAT amazing on a stage, but I’m sure it was very hard. By the time it had finished we just headed back to the room to watch some Friends on TV, before going to be bed.

After Manila, the ship set off for our next stop – Puerto Princesa, but before we got there we had another day at sea. In classic lazy holiday mode, Jimi and I woke so late that we nearly missed breakfast (which ends at 11am) much to Jimi’s disgust.


Luckily the weather was bright and the seas were still very calm, so we changed into our swimwear straight away and headed out on deck to sunbathe. We ate lunch in the solarium again, and read books (or in Jimi’s case, played Football Manager. (He won the league again for the 3rd consecutive season with West Ham, standard)) until the late afternoon when the sun was going down. The sunset was stunning – all purples and golds, and we took some photos on the upper decks before having an impromptu game of mini golf which I WON. Just for the record. (Jimi was disgusted again).


We then went to the gym (!?) before getting changed for dinner in the restaurant with our new friends. After dinner we had a drink in the bar, and chatted to Jill and Russell – the Australian couple that we had met the day before in Manila, and arranged to have dinner with them the next day. They are staying in a suite, so we planned to meet them there first for a drink so we could see what a super luxury cruise stay would be like!

We didn’t go to bed too late, as the next morning we had a 7.30am meet in the theatre for our excursion into Puerto Princesa. Jimi and I grabbed a quick breakfast from the buffet (it was chaos! Everyone was there!) before heading to theatre, where annoyingly we ended up waiting for about an hour for the ship to dock and clearance to be given.

Puerto Princesa used to be a Spanish port, rumoured to be called the ‘princess of ports’ because the sea is so deep, allowing lots of big boats to dock there. Our excursion was to the subterranean river, nearly two hours drive away, and one of the ‘new’ seven natural wonders of the world (I think there was some sort of vote). Because the roads were quite narrow, our small group of 8 people had a minibus and driver to take us to the river. First thoughts of Puerto Princesa were that the roads (and drivers!) were insane. As well as the Jeepneys we saw in Manila (aluminium stretch Jeeps, used like taxis with open sides and back), there were lots of locals on Tricycles – motorbikes with small covered side-cars, which were zipping in and out of traffic. Our minibus driver was absolutely mental – we overtook most of the other buses, often at speed, usually only just avoiding head-on collisions with other traffic and there was a terrible moment when we nearly killed a child (we just beeped and luckily they jumped out the way). Apparently we found out later that one of the other buses ran over a dog, so we should probably have counted ourselves lucky…

We made it to the ferry port, which was a very casual affair – a covered waiting area with some picnic tables, and lots of locals trying to sell us things like sunglasses, or dead butterflies in picture frames. We had to wait about 15 minutes before we boarded a catamaran style ferry boat, with bamboo outriggers for balance. They only held about 8 people each so we went with our minibus party.


The journey took about 20 minutes across the bay, and we docked on a beach, having to jump into the water about waist height, which was unfortunate as we had worn trainers – luckily we had time to slip them off. The beach was very pretty – white sand and palm trees, giving way to jungle behind.



Unfortunately it was incredibly disorganised on the island, so we had no idea where we were meant to be going! Eventually someone in our group took charge, and after picking up our audio headsets we walked a short way on a path through the jungle before reaching a river and small dock. It was really busy with lots of tourists so it took a while before we could get on a boat, with stylish helmets to wear. The boat was steered by a local guide, who took us into a large cave, which the river flowed into. The cave was impressive – the river stretches for 8km but only the first couple of kms are navigable by boat. It’s pitch black other than the torches from the boats, and the rock formations are incredible, though everyone liked to say it all looked like Jesus. Or the Titanic. Our boat driver kept humming Celine Dion…

There are lots of stalagmites and stalactite formations, but (in my opinion more excitingly) thousands of bats which swoop overhead. We were told to keep our mouths firmly closed throughout! The tour took about 40 minutes, and when we reached the shore again there were MONKEYS there! I got very close to one with a video camera and then it snarled at me and I FREAKED OUT. But still cool to see. On the walk back to the beach we also spotted a massive monitor lizard – a bit like a komodo dragon, though not as big (still about 4ft long though!)

On the boat back to shore it poured with rain and we all got soaked. The end of the tour took us to the Sheridan Hotel resort for lunch, which was a bit pants though the hotel looked nice with a pool and a private strip of beach. We got wifi there which was a bonus so Skyped home, before getting back in the DEATH minibus again for an even more exciting wet-road ride back! (At one point all four wheels locked as we went round a bend. THRILLING TIMES.)

Back on board we spent some time in the solarium (i.e. napping, though Jimi is keen to say for the record that he finished a book!) before getting ready for dinner. Mum and Dad had ordered a bottle of prosecco to our room when we arrived on board, so we took that with us to Jill and Russell’s suite for pre-dinner drinks. They’d also got a lot of snacks and cheese together from the special bar that suite guests can access, so we admired their room while quaffing chicken wings and some hot-dog canapés.

The suites are big, about double the size of our room, with a balcony large enough to fit two sun loungers! And they get real toiletries in the bathroom. A level of luxury we can only dream of. We went to the restaurant and sat together for dinner, which was great – especially as Russell had ordered Crème Brulees the day before which the chef had made for the table for dessert. They were the best dessert we’d had so far and apparently the best dessert Royal Caribbean do – a top cruise tip for all you readers!

After dinner we said goodnight, and headed back to our room to watch some American Football on ESPN. And I know you’ll be pleased to hear that Jimi and I are getting closer to understanding the rules…

More soon!

Rainy Days

When I look back on our time in Hong Kong, I will mainly remember the rain. So much rain. Torrential rain all day. Super Typhoon Haina was rolling in, which we kept being assured was so unlucky and really unusual weather for October, as the typhoon season should have finished. This did not make it better.

But we’re English, we’re used to the rain. It wasn’t going to thwart our plans! So after breakfast with a bright yellow Hotel Jen umbrella in hand (incidentally I was a disaster with this all day and took a lot of people out, including Jimi on multiple occasions, he was ANGRY) we set out on our first full day in Hong Kong. Luke had written us a detailed itinerary which began with us heading to the Ngong Ping cable car to see the Big Buddha, but the weather meant the cable car was closed all day. Instead we caught the MTR a few stops to head up to The Peak on a funicular. The funicular takes about ten minutes and is really steep, taking you right past lots of Hong Kong’s skyscrapers on the journey. You get off at The Peak, which has a shopping centre with a huge roof terrace, offering 360 degree views across the city. Except when we got up there, all that we could see was cloud. Occasionally the wind would pick up and blow a small glimpse clear of the skyscrapers below us, but I don’t think we got the full experience!


Once we got back down we headed over to the harbour to take a look across the bay (with plans to stroll along the promenade). But again the ‘inclement weather’ had other ideas! We gave up pretty quickly after realising all that was happening was we were getting drenched, and instead followed Luke’s instructions to find a Cantonese restaurant, bizarrely called the American Restaurant: Peking Food. Jimi and I made the classic mistake of over-ordering (it all seems so cheap in another currency!) and ended up with way too much lemon chicken, sweet and sour pork and chili beef. It was delicious, though Jimi maintains the neon coloured lemon chicken sauce stained his fingers for the rest of the day which was a little worrying.


After lunch we headed to Nathan Street, the main road that has all the neon signs along it, and the markets run off this road. We visited the goldfish market first – a street almost exclusively made up of tropical fish shops, so Jimi was in his element. They also had a number of other pet shops, with tiny puppies and cats for sale in cages which I found quite sad. Next we went to the Ladies market – more of a traditional market with stalls selling fake purses, watches, bags and other touristy merchandise. I may have accidentally got talked into buying a purse I didn’t really even want… but never mind! You can never have enough purses right?

We headed back up the road to the bird market after that, but by now it was about 5.30pm and most of the stalls were packing up because of the weather. We did get to see a couple of huge parrots though, one of which kept squawking ‘Hello’ at us, as well as lots of more traditional domed cages housing tiny birds of all colours and varieties. We walked back through the flower market, then caught the MTR a couple of stops south to Temple Street Night Market. This was just getting going when we arrived, with lots of restaurants clamouring for trade along the street, and stalls with wares similar to the Ladies market we’d been to earlier. We wandered around and snapped some photos before heading back onto Nathan Road which by now was all lit up with flashing signs and neon adverts – looking all the more impressive with the mirrored reflections in the puddles on the road. Luke had advised we try Dim Tai Fung for dinner – a restaurant at the top of a luxury shopping centre, which has branches across Asia and a Michelin star! It is famous for its pork dumplings, so we ordered a few different plates. I was getting better with chopsticks, though still managed to make an impressive mess. The meal was delicious though – really good value and seriously tasty.


After we’d eaten we were ecstatic (genuinely) to discover a brief respite in the rain, and so we hot-footed it to the Star Ferry while the weather let up, to take a short hop across the harbour by boat. Tickets were 55 HKD each (about 55p!) and the ride was amazing, taking us right by the lit up waterfront with all the skyscrapers. On the other side we walked for about half an hour looking for the Woo Loo Moo Loo restaurant, which has a brilliant bar on the roof but when we eventually found the building (31 stories tall, with a petrol station underneath it…) we discovered that it was too windy for the bar to be open today. BOO! Instead we decided to call it a night and headed back to the hotel to catch up with everyone in the UK and to try and get an early(ish!) night.

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The next day was Wednesday, and we had the cruise ship to catch in the afternoon. We still had the morning though and the wind had dropped so the cable car was open. Leaving our cases at the hotel, we headed straight to Tung Chung on the MTR (passing the Disneyland resort on the way! Huge restraint that we stayed on the train!) to finally visit the Ngong Ping cable car. The cable car takes you on a picturesque route out of the city, across the Tung Chung harbor (with great views of the airport) and up into the mountains. It’s about a 5km journey and should take around 20 minutes.

We bought our tickets and didn’t have to wait too long to get escorted to a car, but almost as soon as we got moving the car stopped and an announcement said they were temporarily halting service because of the weather. We got moving again a few minutes later but MY GOD. The wind had really picked up, and the rain was lashing at the cable car, so we were swaying violently about 150m over the harbour. As someone who often gets motion sick (a cruel twist of fate for a cruise-aficionado) this was not ideal. Jimi also had me panicked as he was craning to look at the cable, with a ‘this-looks-unsafe’ expression on his face which was far from reassuring.

Eventually though (after much longer than the standard 20 minutes) we made it to the other end. Obviously it was pouring with rain again but I didn’t care! GROUND! I love ground. Ngong Ping is this cultural man-made village, (with an extra-cultural Starbucks and Subway) but the main attraction is the Big Buddha and the monastery, about 5 minutes walk away. When the rain eased off we headed off to explore.

The Buddha was huge, and hugely impressive. We had to climb about 150 stairs to get to the top, and it’s only once you’re there that you can get a real sense of the size and scale of the statue. It sits atop a massive circular building, which we couldn’t go in, but could walk around the circumference (which took a few minutes to give a scale of the size!) The weather meant the top of the Buddha was shrouded in mist though on a clearer day I’m sure the views were incredible!

After snapping some pictures we headed back down towards the monastery. The scent of incense hung in the air, and there were huge burners the size of wells around the monastery where lots of visitors were lighting sticks and praying. The monastery itself was stunning – with a traditional Chinese roof, and ornately decorated in bright jewel colours with gold detail of dragons, flowers and lettering.


In the mountains, with the mist rolling in from the trees the whole place felt a little magical and it was a shame to have to head back to the modern village, and to the cable car once more (blagh). Fortunately the way back was much calmer and the clouds had lifted so we really did see some of the amazing views as we came back down.


We headed back to Tung Chung station after that, and spotted a bakery so decided to grab some pork buns for lunch. Jimi and I are obsessed with pork buns from a bakery in Chinatown in Soho, so it was good to try an authentic one for comparison! (For reference, I preferred the dough of a London pork bun, but the filling of the Hong Kong one).


We got the train straight back to the hotel, which gave us time to get our bags together before we had to be picked up to head to our cruise ship – Royal Caribbean’s Legend of the Seas.

Our driver on the way to the port was great fun – he was telling us how he used to be a detective, working for the British services but after Hong Kong was returned to China in 1997, the British gave him and his whole family British passports and made him sign the Official Secrets Act. He was forced to retire (at the age of 33) so now drives taxis for a living, while his two daughters go to university in the UK. I don’t know how much of this he should have been sharing, but it was fascinating to listen to him talk!

A road had flooded which meant that the trip to the port took longer than planned, and we ended up arriving around 5.30pm. There was hardly anyone around (and a terrifying moment when the first woman we met looked blank when we asked where the ship was, ‘Ship? What ship?’) but fortunately we found where we were heading and soon checked in. Most people were already on board and we arrived on deck in time for the emergency drill (yawn) but once that was out the way we headed straight to our cabin – 3108 on Deck 3. In a luxury move we have a window and NATURAL LIGHT, but the room us still 90% bed. We dumped our bags and headed straight back on deck for the sail out of Hong Kong, and to start using our drinks package. We get unlimited glasses of wine, so sat at the pool bar enjoying some glasses of prosecco, before watching as the boat pulled away past the glittering Hong Kong skyline. And for once it had stopped raining!

Once the city was out of sight we headed to the Romeo and Juliet dining room on Deck 5 for some late dinner. The food was pretty good, with some fresh bread that Jimi loved, but we weren’t keen on much exploring after that, so headed straight back to the cabin and to bed!