I’d made the very big mistake of packing early. Each day I added another bit of clothing, an extra pair of shoes, 3 sarongs, that book I was given at Christmas, magazines… all absolutely necessary for my 11 night cruise to the tropical South Pacific.
The boat was leaving from Sydney Harbour and I would need to fly from Melbourne first. Friday morning I did my online check-in and was confronted with a very stern warning that overweight carry-on luggage would be confiscated and the offender shamed in front of the entire cohort of passengers…not really. I knew I’d packed far too much stuff and JETSTAR had reduced the allowable carry-on from 10 kgs to a meagre 7 kgs. I weighed my over stuffed Samsonite, laptop and much loved orange leather tote, and the scales screamed 14 kgs! Some drastic action was needed.First the heavy suitcase and bag had to go. I weighed all the options and finally settled on my microlight day pack. It would be a struggle but I knew I could do it. For a brief moment I considered replacing the orange bag with a sad plastic supermarket bag, lightweight but far too tragic and opted instead for a smart black faux leather tote…sturdy enough to hold my computer and good enough to NOT look like a bag lady on tour.
To give you some idea of how idiotic things had become, originally I’d packed 1 green, 4 black, 2 grey and 2 white T-shirts, 3 tanks and 4 skirts (and that was just a small sample of the extensive wardrobe stuffed inside the case). When you do the maths that comes to 48 different possible combinations! (4 killer heels and 3 pairs of sandals should also be mentioned) Utterly ridiculous and impossible to wear on such a short holiday. I needed to be ruthless, cut down by 2 thirds…and I did. So pleased with my efforts I took this snap just to prove it was possible, and even included the luxury of a little black dress…you never know?!
I rolled and squeezed the lot into my backpack, jumped on the scales and was pleased to get the weight down to 4kgs. The tote, with purse, computer and kindle taking the total to a very admirable 6kgs…space for a few souvenirs.
Saturday morning arrived, cold and grey, perfect time to escape to the tropics. My husband drove me to the airport and I walked, with boarding pass, straight to the gate. I waited, expecting to see my flight called when suddenly an announcement is made…MY FLIGHT HAS BEEN CANCELLED I race back to the front of the airport, fearful I might literally ‘miss the boat’ and directed, “no luggage to check-in” to a short line. I am booked on the next flight, ‘now boarding’ and scramble back past security and tear through the airport to the most distant gate lounge where my flight is about to leave for Sydney. I plop, breathlessly into my seat, no weigh in, no fuss…I’m disappointed, surely my noble packing efforts deserve a commendation, an announcement from the captain, a kiddie pack at least!
The flight is an easy hour, I get off and hunt for directions to the train station. This is a little freaky because I never use public transport…not because I’m a snob, it’s just that I live so close to the city and shops and usually walk everywhere. But it’s easy, the station is directly below the airport, the ticket, $17 (cab $30-$50), is purchased from a real person and the train pulls up as I step onto the platform.
I step into the bright Sydney sunshine and discover myself staring straight at the big white boat.”There she is, that’s my ship The Rhapsody of the Sea!” I blurt out like a complete idiot. Relieved that no one cares, I head towards the international passenger terminal, so obviously a short walk away.
My sister lives in Sydney and we’ve arranged to meet at a little bar across from the terminal. It’s great to see her and we hug, order a drink, sit down and she says “What the hell are you doing going on a cruise by yourself?”
I explain the sudden cancellation by my friend and attempt to tell my sister I’m curious to see what it would be like to do this on my own. She finds this hard to believe as I’m not very adventurous and have been married longer than Mary and Joseph. Time races, I look at my watch and know it’s time to board.
We say our farewells and cautiously I make my way to the boarding area. With no luggage the check-in is seamless and, apart from showing my passport and filling in a customs form, no more complicated than checking in to a hotel or catching a plane. I’m given a plastic swipe card that will be both credit card (the ship is cashless) and ID. I’m welcomed aboard by the smiling attendants and directed to my stateroom. This ship has a great feel, every time I see a crew member they smile and say “welcome aboard, good afternoon madam”.
My room is waiting for me, it’s lovely and spacious, a welcome note on the bed, big double windows giving me a view of the magnificent Sydney Harbour. I check out the interior, pat the double bed, look into all the nooks and crannies of this place that will be my home for the next 11 days. My domestic reverie is interrupted by an announcement…”The ship is about to sail and all guests are encouraged to make their way to decks 9 and 10 to get the best views of our departure”. I consult the map to get an idea of where I am and head to the lifts.
As I’m scanning the wharf I get a text, my sister had to go, her parking meter had expired. I text back another farewell and turn my phone off. It will be expensive to send and receive calls and data so I’ve decided to go offline for the entire time of my trip. The ship begins to rumble and I look down to see the waters churning, we’re slowly moving away from the dock. I’ve done it, I’m here and now I’m finally leaving.
Again I follow the crowds back down to deck 9 where a band is playing and the sail away party has begun. Kids are splashing about in the pool, adults are drinking brightly coloured cocktails, so comfortable, relaxed, cruise veterans. I feel like the only person on board who has never been on a ship before. Simple things like buying a drink, finding a table, seem as difficult as learning a new language. I am totally overwhelmed by the newness of the whole experience and don’t know where to begin.
My cabin beckons. I’ll unpack, settle into my new home. A shower, a change of clothes, some make-up… transformation’s a very powerful thing. That’s what Christina Maxwell would do.
It’s getting late, the party is probably over and after flicking through the TV find myself, inside the cabin, watching boat cam. What kind of feeble excuse was I making to avoid the prospect of socialising with strangers?
I turn the bloody thing off, look outside and see the potential of a beautiful sunset. The Japanese restaurant, Izumi, deck 12, apparently offers a wonderful view. I call and yes they do have a table for one. Forget the sundress, I put on something a little more ‘night out’ slip on the heels and re-apply the lipstick. So it’s not joining the conga line and sipping Margaritas…but it’s a start! Christina would be proud.
To be continued…Four Nights and Three Days at Sea.