Catching up on ZZZZZ's

Not much exciting happening here folks I must confess. That fits into my plan, we have been somewhat busy at home lately and the last four days have been a bit hectic as well.

First a bit about the weather. Since we sailed from New York over two full days ago we have been in a perpetual fog bank. The visibility has not been over two hundred meters except for a brief period yesterday.


The ships foghorn has used the whole time, but after a while you no longer hear it. The temperature is great outside but cooling off the later part of today as we move slowly north. Nobody is complaining about the weather, as a matter of fact it gives all of us a reason to be lazy. I have done a bit of reading, but the movement of the ship and gentle rocking tends to be conducive to snoozing.

We did attend two talks today, one on Halifax and the other on the development of the Trans-Atlantic passenger liner business. As usual highly educational and well done.

On the dining room front we have an interesting scenario: We are a table for eight, but so far one couple is missing, or at least has not shown for the two evening meals there. The other couple are very pleasant, and that makes for rather long dinners. Fine with me.

Ian and Judy had us over for a pre-dinner drink tonight prior to the captain's Welcome Dinner. [The lobster was great].





After dinner Fellette, Ian and Judy went to 'the show', a song and dance group tonight. Not my cup of tea. So, to the cabin and get into a book on Newfoundland.

Tomorrow at 7 AM we are due to dock at pier 22, near to the historic Pier 21, now a National Historic Site. Pier 2 was where the immigrants at the start of the last century arrived, sort of a Canadian Ellis Island. Pier 21 is also where my uncle Jack, [my mother's brother], marched onto a troop ship in the early 1940's and marched off in late 1945, or was it 1946? He said he slept under a table on the way over, but had a bed on the way home. I remember him telling me that the British military police kept telling them to 'queue', and nobody knew what that word meant. They soon found out.

Well, the bed beckons and yes, the foghorn is still going off every minute or so.

Editors Note: This is written next morning at 6.45. We are within 1000 yards of docking but cannot see a thing. Still socked in by the fog and our foghorn is still blaring away. No rain though!