In Transit On The High Seas: Day Four
3/11: Great Stirrup Cay!
Today, I decided to get off the ship, along with every other person on board. And who could blame us? It's the first beach day we've had.
Great Stirrup Cay is mostly owned by NCL; it's the north-most of the "Berry Islands" archipelago in the middle of the Bahamas, and rates its own lighthouse and "International Airport". The sign said so! OK, someone had a sense of humor about that last one; it's a small helipad that is losing it's battle against the native flora. Apparently the island was home to some small military installations dating all the way back to the Civil War.
I stormed the beach, saw signs for the lighthouse, and set forth. There's not much to it, really, as it's no longer manned; it operates strictly off of solar power and timers. But I did get to see some iguanas, most of whom were a little too quick for me to get a good picture.
The water in the Caribbean is as clear as a swimming pool, and as cold as the Atlantic Ocean. It just seems like it should be warmer, darn it. The sand is acceptable, and the beaches are very scenic. Overrun by tourists, but scenic. I walked around for a while, took many pictures, had an overpriced-but-welcome massage on the beach, and went for a brief swim. I may have to hit the spa on the ship for another massage. The knots in my muscles will not be thwarted by a single 25-minute rubdown.
Back to the ship! I got some sun, that is for certain. I shall be more careful about applying sunblock tomorrow; fortunately, I tan well, and most of the red should be faded by morning. We'll see. I've arranged a tour of Nassau tomorrow, including the Pirate Museum (souvenir time!), and there will be a couple of forts available to explore. Sweet.
But tonight, I work! Hopefully. My associate, the arcade technician, is taking equal advantage of the shore leave, and has not been available when the ship is at its most quiet. Ah well, there's still work I can do on my own.
[later]
Triumph! The two problem machines are now online and talking. Now I can spend the remainder of the trip doing documentation. This is a good thing, as the more I know about connecting the power wires, the less likely I am to electrocute my dumb ass.
Today, I decided to get off the ship, along with every other person on board. And who could blame us? It's the first beach day we've had.
Great Stirrup Cay is mostly owned by NCL; it's the north-most of the "Berry Islands" archipelago in the middle of the Bahamas, and rates its own lighthouse and "International Airport". The sign said so! OK, someone had a sense of humor about that last one; it's a small helipad that is losing it's battle against the native flora. Apparently the island was home to some small military installations dating all the way back to the Civil War.
I stormed the beach, saw signs for the lighthouse, and set forth. There's not much to it, really, as it's no longer manned; it operates strictly off of solar power and timers. But I did get to see some iguanas, most of whom were a little too quick for me to get a good picture.
The water in the Caribbean is as clear as a swimming pool, and as cold as the Atlantic Ocean. It just seems like it should be warmer, darn it. The sand is acceptable, and the beaches are very scenic. Overrun by tourists, but scenic. I walked around for a while, took many pictures, had an overpriced-but-welcome massage on the beach, and went for a brief swim. I may have to hit the spa on the ship for another massage. The knots in my muscles will not be thwarted by a single 25-minute rubdown.
Back to the ship! I got some sun, that is for certain. I shall be more careful about applying sunblock tomorrow; fortunately, I tan well, and most of the red should be faded by morning. We'll see. I've arranged a tour of Nassau tomorrow, including the Pirate Museum (souvenir time!), and there will be a couple of forts available to explore. Sweet.
But tonight, I work! Hopefully. My associate, the arcade technician, is taking equal advantage of the shore leave, and has not been available when the ship is at its most quiet. Ah well, there's still work I can do on my own.
[later]
Triumph! The two problem machines are now online and talking. Now I can spend the remainder of the trip doing documentation. This is a good thing, as the more I know about connecting the power wires, the less likely I am to electrocute my dumb ass.
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