Day three of our adventure continues… We woke up this morning, put our bags out and wandered downstairs for the ridiculously expensive continental breakfast. We anxiously awaited the arrival of our heroic taxi driver, with Steve’s wallet. He finally showed up at 9:30 am; Steve got a call and met him in the lobby, rewarding this fine gent with our remaining quid (£50), a virtual hug, and then set about verifying our bags for the cruise transfer.
Steve called the credit card company and determined that we are good again, although they recommended email alerts for any foreign transactions. Boy, are we blessed!
We boarded the bus for our 2 hour transfer to Dover. We arrived and got checked in for our Penthouse suite on deck 11. I walked through a traditional metal detector and was promptly awarded with alarms and a very intrusive pat down by a kindly grandmother-type from nearby Kent. It was still not pleasant.
We boarded and purchased our beverage package (already in the plus zone after one day). We also signed up for an unlimited Internet data package, and so far it is quite a bit faster and we don’t have to sweat it if we accidentally stayed logged on.
Our butler is Xavier, from Mumbai, India. He is a gem! Our bags were rather late being delivered, but we did get them before the lifeboat drill at 5:15 pm, thanks to his efforts.
After the drill, over 100 of us met in the Horizons lounge on deck 15. We were all members of the Roll Call on Cruise Critic. I joined ths Roll Call in March. 2011, right after we booked the cruise (second ony to Darrel, who tracked all of the names). As usual, I felt like the geek at an aging Prom Queen convention, until I mentioned my forum name (Rubysue). Obviously, many people liked what I wrote and recognized me as the lady with the knee replacements and we also found most of the folks we are going with on private tours.
We ate at the Terrace Cafe tonight (a buffet on steroids) and it was fantastic!! I had a charcuterie plate, followed by grilled lamb chops and other stuff. We are now sitting in our room enjoying the evening as we arduously cruise the 71 knots between Dover and Zeebrugge.