I am writing so much about life on board because two thirds of the trip were 'sea days'. The Koningsdam was our home for that long and we would either become attached to it or we would hate it and just want to get home. Except for our small state room, it was truly living in luxury. Everything but our room was spacious. The well designed area was barely adequate, but because we only slept in it, it was bearable. Comfortable, actually. Even the shower had elbow room although one had to be careful that the TV was not turned on inadvertently with a stray swipe of the hand. And the TV was not even in the bathroom.
I often wondered how some of the mobility challenged passengers, or the obese passengers managed. And there were a lot of those. We estimated that because busylizzy and I had no trouble walking or climbing stairs, we were in the tiny minority of maybe 20%. We also estimated that being in our mid 70's, we were probably some of the younger people on board. Indeed, it did look at times that the entire care home population of Abbotsford were sent on a vacation on our ship.
The final day before we docked in Vancouver, we agreed that as good as the trip was, we were glad to be home. The last time we were in Hawaii, we stayed for three weeks and we felt the same then, just wanting and needing to go home. I need to remember this the next time I utter the phrase "I just have to get away".
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