Things are looking up on the Love Boat, because this cruise is almost over. Yesterday was almost a normal day:
Those of you who know my sweet wife:
know she also has a very take-charge personality.
This morning we were going down to straighten out our disembarkation schedule.
Besides this wacky cruise, we came to Japan to visit Seiko's finest factories and talk to the folks who actually build the watches I own.
In order to meet Grand Seiko PR people, we need to leave Yokohama early, get the train to Tokyo, drop our bags at the hotel, and hop on a bullet train. By 9:30 am.
The schedule Princess provided had us leaving the boat at 9:15 and heading on a bus to Narita Airport. WHAT? I cried.
So at 8:45 we went down to the desk (opening at 9), prepared to plead our case. We sat in a comfy chair close to the desk. Soon another couple arrived, then another. We eyed each other warily, circled around the desk, glared a bit at other obvious folks looking to edge into the front ... when suddenly Laurie stood up, said TAKE A NUMBER, and started handing out scraps of paper with numbers written on them.
Abashed, the other passengers each meekly took a number and returned to their chairs.
And yes, I was able to change from Beige 4 to Red 7, so we should be disembarking about 7:30-7:45. Whew!
The weather is looking better (we thought) as we walked around the boat this morning. Then it started to rain.
Hardly any clouds in the sky but the water found us on the top deck.
And so we stood in the overhang of the pool cover and watched on the BIG SCREEN as Julie, from the Love Boat show, celebrated her 60th birthday on another Princess liner (yes, she's put on a few pounds, as we all have).