April 23rd, 2023
Well we are still on board. It’s weird, it’s almost like nothing happened. We had drinks with our friends who had been on the Queen Victoria world Voyage, and it was fun hearing about all of the excitement on their voyage, and we filled them in on the events of Queen Mary 2’s voyage.
Kim had heard that the issue was a problem with the fennel, but none of us unmechanical folks had any idea what that was. Apparently it takes a long time to repair, so the break in service of up to 2 weeks is not unusual.
At dinner we discussed whether we should stay in the UK for a week, or accept whatever flights Cunard had chosen for us. I am having a good time, and if I could stay on the ship and use it as a hotel for a week I would be happy, but I doubt they would let us do that.
A friend stopped by and we discussed the needed repairs. She said the funnel was what the problem was. Ah ha – FUNNEL, not FENNEL. Somehow that got lost in translation. That sounds serious, but who knows if even that report is accurate. The important thing is that there is something wrong with this beautiful ship, and she cannot sail across the Atlantic in her current state.
Personally, I would prefer that we disembark in Southampton rather than come to grief in the middle of the Atlantic.
When we returned to our stateroom we were hoping that there would be information on our flights home. It will take a while to pack up, so we would like to know when to start packing. So hopefully we are not leaving tomorrow and have another night on board. There was no information about our flights, only a copy of tomorrow’s daily program.
This would be good if we can stay on for another day because according to the daily program, there are several really interesting insight lectures tomorrow, and best of all, it is the Black and White gala evening. It feels so surreal, here we are sitting on the dock in Southampton with the programming going on as if all is well, and people’s lives have not been disrupted by the needed repairs.
When we woke up this morning we really didn’t think that yet again we would not be able to complete the 2020 world voyage. By lunch time I never dreamed that we would be having a black and white gala evening tomorrow night, I thought I would be squashed into a middle seat on British airways flying across the Atlantic. We live in interesting times. At least I got to visit my ancestor’s graves in Portsmouth. That was something really meaningful. I looked out onto the balcony. The car parks are still there. I really should be looking out into that dark velvet of nothingness of a north Atlantic night.