Caduceus crew on the move - our second Atlantic crossing

Martin and Elizabeth Bevan
Sat 21 Jan 2012 12:00

Date                1200 Saturday 21 January 2012



A little larger than last time we crossed the Atlantic and this time someone else is responsible for the driving, navigation and cooking.


It certainly solved the problem of how to get our excess baggage across the pond.



Elizabeth may be seen pushing even more absolutely vitals into an already bursting at the seams bag whilst the porter on the left deals with our selection of designer cardboard boxes; very Louis Vuitton.

Not having ever travelled on a liner or cruise ship before, the Queen Elizabeth was quite an experience.  We managed to pack all our lumber in our cabin (cruise speak – stateroom) with only one box not hidden away.  A couple of photographs may give an idea of the bygone era opulence that has been recreated on the ship.



The central lobby viewed looking aft and forward.



The catering was of a high standard and it would have been a shame to waste (waist?) the experience.  Here is Elizabeth trying taking a little light tea, very Morningside.



May form part of a weight reduction program, only to be undertaken after seeking advice from you general practitioner.


We thoroughly enjoyed the on board entertainment, music, lectures, dancing and even took part in a talent show.  The crossing to New York was uneventful and even 36 hours of storm force winds did little to upset the steady consumption of what was on offer.


All too soon, 6 days, we arrived in a very drizzly New York; our first visit was intended to be under our own sail but this was a good second best.  Next time?.


We were in New York for 36 hours which gave us time to get off the ship and see some of the sites.  Elizabeth’s new hip bore up well to a goodly amount of walking.



It was then all aboard for the final two days to Fort Lauderdale.  We managed to wangle a trip to the bridge.



And continued to enjoy the very varied entertainment.



Leaving the ship in Fort Lauderdale was a world apart from wintery Southampton.