Enroute to Newfoundland , 2.0: To date this part of the North Atlantic is relatively calm, just a little wiggle
to the ship, no big swells. We’ve had some rain squalls but no storms.
This is day two of three consecutive “sea days,” that is,
days when we’re not in port. The ship is quiet; these pax are experienced
cruisers, accustomed to days-at-sea. Most have settled down with a book or
their iPad or Kindle, effective substitutes.
Most cruisers are married retired couples, most but not all are
white or Asian, and reasonably affluent. There were once widows traveling, for
whom the cruise lines carried “dance partners.” We knew one such wealthy, waltzing widow, but
we sure don’t see them nowadays on the ships we frequent.
We also knew one of the “dance partners” who was great
company but thoroughly gay. From the cruise line’s point of view he was ideal
as he wouldn’t “hit on” the ladies with whom he danced and drank. They both
were in the “old days” of cruising, ten to twenty years ago, call it the Love
Boat era.
