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Yesterday evening, after we had embarked in Hong Kong, our ship, Celebrity Solstice, put out to sea, surrounded by a damp fog. Now it's nice out and we're on our way to Ha Long Bay and Hanoi. Tomorrow. 

 

 

 Celebrity Solstice, is an older slightly shabbier sister to the Celebrity Equinox, that we sailed on last year, so we know our way around - everything in the same place. Our 'stateroom' and even the dinner menu was familiar.

 

This is our fourth ocean-going cruise, if you don't count travelling by ship to Singapore as younger adults, long before Wendy and I met. Actually, Wendy didn't make it that far, as her ship caught fire, and she completed her trip to London by air.

We'd been on River river cruises, on the Nile and the Volga, but they were quite a different experience. We'd also observed cruise ships arriving in places were were staying - guided groups suddenly being marched around town or country for half a day then off they would go, back to their ship, while we sat among the bemused locals, making humorous observations. 

So, we are in no illusion that this is the way to 'see' a city or a country. That needs to be done by travelling by land in the country, preferably by bus or car, through villages farmland and the light-industrial outskirts of each city. Going to local shops for food. Staying in accommodation that one has booked oneself and so on. In other words: interacting with people going about their lives.

On a cruise, one is landed at a port, often far away from the major city shown on the itinerary, which often involves ship-organised transportation, potentially to be herded from site to site as a tour group.

As we all know from home, wherever that is, these groups are avoided by the actual residents, except for those who make their living from delivering services or some fabricated 'experience' to tourists.

On this occasion we were visiting places that we have been to before.  So, for a more in-depth discussion I commend my earlier, on-the-ground, travel diaries, linked below as relevant.

 

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Cuba

 

 

 

What can I say about Cuba? 

In the late ‘70s I lived on the boundary of Paddington in Sydney and walked to and from work in the city.  Between my home and work there was an area of terrace housing in Darlinghurst that had been resumed by the State for the construction of a road tunnel and traffic interchanges.  Squatters had moved into some of the ‘DMR affected’ houses.  Most of these were young people, students, rock bands and radically unemployed alternative culture advocates; hippies. 

Those houses in this socially vibrant area that were not condemned by the road building were rented to people who were happy with these neighbours: artists; writers; musicians; even some younger professionals; and a number were brothels.  

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Fiction, Recollections & News

The Secret

 

 

 

Lansing Michigan was a fine place to grow up, she guessed.  It was nice; and safe.

Her dad worked in the Michigan State Government and her mum stayed home. They weren’t rich but they were comfortable. Their new house was big, the nicest they had lived in and it was in a really good area. 

She had never been overseas, unless you count nearby Canada, and that was mainly on trips to Niagara Falls, usually when one of Mum’s sisters came to stay. When they passed through Sarnia, into Canada, Dad would always say "Yea! Overseas again!". It was about his only joke.

Sometimes they went through Detroit. But after what had happened there the last time, she shut that out of her consciousness. No wonder she is timid and takes fright easily. Now if a friend even seemed to be driving in that direction she would go into the foetal position and shut-down.

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The Meaning of Life

 

 

 

This essay is most of all about understanding; what we can know and what we think we do know. It is an outline originally written for my children and I have tried to avoid jargon or to assume the reader's in-depth familiarity with any of the subjects I touch on. I began it in 1997 when my youngest was still a small child and parts are still written in language I used with her then. I hope this makes it clear and easy to understand for my children and anyone else. 

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