Cruising the Suez April 13 2015

After the amazing day in Petra I assumed that every subsequent stop on our journey would pale in comparison, but I am happy to report that cruising through the Suez Canal was another unique and memorable experience.

It was an early start for many on board, based on notification from the Captain of Arcadia of our arrival at the entrance to the Suez Canal at 6 am. Other vessels waiting for permission to transit included general cargo, container, car and oil carriers and cruise ships.

It was close to 11am by the time the pilot was on board and we were on our way, third in a convoy led by a U.S. submarine and a destroyer, with a Russian helicopter circuiting above us all, the whole convoy receiving waves and cheers from the locals as we passed by.

Monuments and sights along the way included war and peace memorials, armed soldiers standing guard on both sides, and the uniquely named Shodada 25 January Bridge. Aida, a German cruise ship travelling behind us was dwarfed when passing underneath but it looked like a tight squeeze for Arcadia.

Arcadia travelled from the Gulf of Suez, Red Sea, to the Mediterranean, a transit which took just over ten hours at a steady 8 knots. For the majority of this time the seating areas inside were largely vacant in preference for all available external vantage points.

At best a cruise can only offer a small taste of life in other lands, necessitating a return visit by air in order to see and do more.

Cruising the Suez, however, is a uniquely maritime experience I feel blessed to have enjoyed.

Chasing the sun

Back at sea for three days after an amazing day in Petra, Jordan. Absolutely awesome and humbling experience to walk the path of a modern world wonder, The Lost City. Truly indescribable and highly recommended to anyone considering the journey.

The biggest surprise was the bitterly cold wind we encountered, and also the circus of activity inside the Lost City. Horses, camels, donkeys, locals and horse drawn carriages competed for space amongst the thousands of tourists traipsing through the well worn path.
Thankfully I was prepared with a woollen hat, gloves and a scarf but the English tourists wearing shorts and thongs would have surely regretted their outfit choices.

Apparently UK residents only receive two weeks annual leave, if true this explains their on board obsession with chasing the sun. Today for example it is very windy but the sun is shining so the sun chasers are steadfastly sunbathing despite the chill factor in the air.
Another lesson learnt for me who shuns the sun as much as I can…

Tomorrow we cruise through the Suez Canal, unfortunately not stopping in Egypt but still likely to be another incredible experience. I wonder how many of the UK vacationers will leave their deck chairs to witness it?

A touching scene

The advantage of staying at a hotel away from the main strip is being able to see a side of life not shown on the glossy travel brochures.

The streets surrounding our hotel were litter strewn and generally unkempt, but amongst the mess were little pockets of serenity like the Buddhist temple.

Walking to the local mall in search of breakfast we came across this touching scene, an elderly gentleman hand feeding the local stray cats and kittens. Who knows how long for and why he was there, but it was so humbling to witness what appeared to be a daily ritual for him and the cats.

No More Strikes

Driving home from shopping this morning I came across a sobering scene. Our local indoor sport centre, Striker, has been demolished.

So many memories now buried forever, for myself as a participant as well as my children and their friends who over the years played cricket, soccer and netball at Striker.

I understand the need for more housing, but it should not mean sacrificing community recreation.
My local area has loads of parks but places like Striker offer the opportunity to enjoy team sport when the weather outside is too extreme.

My guess is that the big picture plan is for places like this to be on the fringe of suburbia, or attached to the mega-malls that also seem to be expanding at a rapid rate.

Just feels sad, like a little bit of soul has been lost.

A few of my favourite things

As exciting as it is planning for and anticipating new horizons, I am also hyper aware of what I am leaving behind.

The sun rising in the East, picture perfect beach scenes, and all of the places and faces that feel like home.

I guess that’s why I feel the urge to travel; makes me value what I already have so much more.