The DrsC are once again at sea, headed "north to Alaska" on the Star Princess, out of San Francisco. We didn't get away quite as expected. After sailing through the Golden Gate and on beyond 2-3 miles, the Captain announced we were turning around and going back into the Bay to put ashore someone with a medical emergency.
I guess we were lucky we weren't 100 miles up the coast. Who knows what would have happend to the sad, sick person if we were that far from a port? Now we've disembarked the sick person and we're back on the bounding main, headed for Alaska a couple of days steaming north of here.
The dining room stuffed us with prime rib and all the trimmings, plus appetizers and desert, a not auspicious beginning to an eleven-day pig-out. Sadly, eating too well several times a day is one of the main passtimes aboard the modern cruise ship.
Post Script: It turns out the person we put ashore wasn't exactly sick. Instead they'd fallen and broken a bone, an arm I believe.
