Filling The Bellies
While yesterday was all gloom and doom with the dark foreboding clouds and the eventual heavy rain, day two was all about relaxing and digesting.
Mom and Dad, I think, decided to rediscover their love of bacon and ham on this trip. Did you have to get some every time you went to the Pantry? I’m just kidding. If there is any time to worsen your health through food, holidays and particularly cruises are the best time to do that. Dad also familiarised himself with the sugar bar and its assortment of candy coloured cakes, while I made my way through the cocktail menu.
Positioning ourselves in a newly available spot at the front inside the Pantry was an annoying, dumbass move because intermittent wind shear from all the fellow cruiselings coming in and out from the open-aired Lido Deck combined with the wind created from the ship sailing the friendly seas, essentially made it like you were stuck in a damn wind tunnel and having my hair flapping all over like it just don’t care was not the fun definition of extreme eating. Somehow, with great skill, I managed to make it through my meal without choking down any flippant follicles, though they did try with great determination to become part of my digestive system.
Later in the day, daddy dearest decided to grab himself some candy water and for some unbeknownst reason decided to “have what she’s having,” ordering an off the menu Bloody Mary because he’d overheard someone else getting that. Stealing a sip a WTF expression overcame my face as the spices and other idiotic ingredients made my tongue want to murder my brain for being stupid enough to know that it had Tabasco in it and still want to taste test it. “Why have you forsaken me?!” my tastebuds screamed. Thing’s pretty much a meat marinade! Mom, who also tried it, was equally unimpressed. Dad tried to con us that after the first initial “What the hell!” that it was good but as Bobby Singer would say, “Don’t try to con a con man.” Seriously, what the hell, Mary!
After spending a little too much time perusing the shops and a little more shooting a glorious sunset, the night was soon well into swing and I wanted to gaze at the stars, because where else in the world can you be so far away from the bright lights of the city nights than in the middle of the god-damn ocean. Nowhere, absolutely nowhere… Except for the fact that I completely overlooked the fact that the whole freaking ship is basically one big massive fucking light bulb. Ah haha! Facepalm. Well, that magnificent idea went up in smoke. BTW, functional smoke-stacks, also not good for viewing stars.
That little misstep aside, I decided to check out some previously never before seen areas of the stern. By this time it was pretty late and the popular Adults-Only Oasis Bar had shut up shop for the night (rather early I thought). Descending through it and the several levels of viewing decks below it had a beautiful eerieness to it. The only sound you could hear were the waves as the propellors churned them up into whitewash. I stood there for quite some time, leaning against the flagpole and gazing out into the nothingness that existed beyond the lights. It’s moments like these that I enjoy the most. A moment of peace where the quiet eclipses the chaos.
Not So Harmless Vices
Later in the night, we caught our first performance show, the Seven Deadly Sins and it was incredible. The show was parted into seven sections so each sin had its moment to shine with its own performance pieces and sumptuous costumes. Even though they were separated to focus on individual vices, each performance was aloft with all the other sins intertwined into them in subtle ways as they are all, in essence, connected. It was such an engrossing, elegant and powerful examinations of the cardinal sins that live within all of us.
Having thoroughly enjoyed the Seven Deadly Sins performance Dad and I stuck around for the comedian show afterwards. While it started with some fun low brow general ribbing, the second half skewed heavy-handedly into an unsatisfactory direction that was no longer humorous… I walked out… It was time to call it a night.
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