At Sea
When we awoke on Monday, we found ourselves at sea in the Gulf Of Alaska. The wind was kicking up a bit and the seas were getting sloppy. The captain did a great job of keeping the ship as wobble-free as possible. That did’t stop the sober from walking like drunks (or vis a versa) and the Lido deck pool from having a DIY wave machine.
After breakfast at the Lido restaurant, we explored ths ship some more. Holland America is all about sharing how its meals are cooked. We toured the kitchen where several thousand meals per day are prepared for passengers. We saw every part, from the dishwashing area to the prep kitchens. And lets not forget the all important dessert creation area.
It was one of two formal nights in the main dining room. So Hazel and I got dolled up in our Sunday–er, Monday– best and headed downstairs to eat.
I chose the meat tortellini while Hazel had some tasty King crab cakes on grits. For dessert I had some tiramisu which was good, but nothing extraordinary. Hazel tried the baked Alaska.
After dinner we attended the Captain’s toast. Captain Frans Consen, a bald man with a commanding voice greeted us and then brought out some of his top officers.
After the toast, there was a broadway production that was quite cheesy. Some of the singers seem talented enough, but the over-the-top antics seem to spoil the whole thing.