Alaska. Cruise finished

One more day of sailing, another cooking class, a talk about the Iditarod Dog Shed Race,

billed as The Last Great Race on Earth, 1000 miles Anchorage to Nome

not my photo - don’t they look happy

for David a talk on bush pilots and finishing off our books from the ship’s library. I read 4 and David 3. I also spent a fruitless half hour looking for a milkshake. “Milk...shake.” say the Filipino staff in terms of wonderment. The bar sent me to the poolside bar who sent me to the coffee shop who sent me to the bar so I gave up. I also gave up on tea: they all serve it as a cup of hot water with a tea bag in the saucer. We did a wine tasting which was interesting, the Australian entry was McPherson, never heard of it and not very good. France won by miles in our opinion with a Pouilly-Fuisse chardonnay but an American lady near us preferred the German ‘rysling’ because it was sweet.

Jacquey treated us to a last night cocktail party in the Crow’s Nest, right at the top of the ship. Jacquey is a wonderful leader, always cheerful, superbly organised, full of energy and keen to give us little treats. I do worry about her carrying her huge bag full of everything we might need.

Disembarking was painless - Jacquey calls it organised chaos - and we quickly found our bus which conveyed us to the ferry terminal and drove us onto the ferry,  luggage safely underneath, to Victoria on Vancouver Island.