Monday, 14 July 2014

Voyage - Day 1 - Monday 7 July - The people you meet on the Queen Mary 2

The king-sized bed is superbly comfortable – apart from the dip in the middle! We sleep well – you cannot feel the ship's movement, only hear a gentle buzz from time to time. We are really tired. In the morning it's lovely to open the balcony door and to breathe in, and look at, the sea! At one point Reg spots dolphins – but I can't see them!

At breakfast we're asked if we mind sharing a table – and join 5 others. 4 of the other guests are Americans – and one, a lady who must be in her 90's, tells us firmly that she is English, but that she came to America as a GI bride after the war. She tells us she's worked hard to retain her English accent and is obviously quite a character. She talks about arriving in America for the first time.

When we arrived, we all had to wear labels around our necks. Even if we went to the bathroom, someone had to accompany us. It was awful. Then I was put on a train to Michigan where my husband met me at the station. It's a wonder I remembered what he looked like.”

'You were brave, leaving your family in England,” I venture.

Stupid more like,” retorts the old lady, with a twinkle in her eye. “I should never have come to America. Even now, I miss England terribly,”

It turns out though, that this lady has lost one husband and remarried, and raised a family in this land of opportunity; it doesn't sound as though her life has been so bad. Another couple at our breakfast table, Nelson and Joanne, had their Diamond Wedding this week – and this trip to England is their celebration of it. She is 79, he is 86; it is wonderful to witness their attitude to life and their joie de vivre. They tell us about all the cycling they did when they were younger.

Our bikes are still hanging up in the garage – it will be easier for our children to get rid of them once we're gone.” says Joanne, philosophically.

Nelson and Joanne have also hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon and back up – no mean feat.

We are obviously going to meet a lot of people on this trip. There will have to be a balance between enjoying people's company and making sure we find time to relax and recoup all the energy we used travelling around America. I guess our cabin will be our “bolt hole” where we can retreat and just enjoy some space to ourselves. In fact, if we choose, the only time we need to mix with others is at mealtimes.

After breakfast, where the range of food on offer is mind-boggling, I take Reg's suit, shirts and my crumpled jacket and search out the laundrette/ironing room. It's a tiny room with a couple of washing machines and dryers, 2 ironing boards, and 2 irons. A fellow passenger is pressing a bright orange pair of trousers, and talks to me about the “Black and White Ball” taking place tonight. I tell her I don't have anything black and white with me to wear, and that I'm sure there'll be others in my position. (In fact, I don't even think we'll be going to the ball …..)

It takes me quite a long time to iron Reg's suit, a job I've never ever needed to tackle before. We've never taken his suit abroad, let alone left it in the bottom of a suitcase for 2 months, underneath everything else. I heave a sigh of relief when the ironing is done! Now we'll be able to go for dinner tonight in the restaurant, instead of in the self-serve buffet. It's formal dress; dark suits or tuxedo's for men, with ties or bow-ties being obligatory ….)

When booking our voyage, we opted to eat at the early sitting (6.00 pm) at a table for 6 people. The table is beautifully laid out with silver cutlery and fresh flowers. Reg looks smart in his dark lounge suit, white shirt and tie – I'm wearing a patterned long dress, cream jacket and cream shoes. No handbag needed as no money is used on board ship!

The other 2 couples at our table (all dressed in black and white) are very friendly and ask us where we were last night! I explain that we didn't have any ironed clothes to wear! We introduce ourselves – we're all from England. (I wonder if the “Queen Mary 2” put guests from the same country together at dinner or whether this is just a co-incidence?)

Marilyn, a retired health visitor from London, is obviously the carer for her husband Ian, who's in a wheelchair and says very little; he obviously understands everything though. When he does speak it's in a very measured way. Marilyn and Ian's body language indicates a loving relationship. They are probably a little older than us. Marilyn says, with a lovely smile, that they have come on the cruise so that she can have a rest. We find out later in the voyage that Marilyn and Ian have been married for 50 years and have 4 children and 12 grandchildren.

The other couple at our table are Alan and Sarah; she is a landlady of student accommodation, but used to be an engineer – she's one of those women who is very attractive but who doesn't seem aware of it; she is interested and interesting, and has a lovely, natural manner. Alan makes documentaries for television companies. He explains that all sorts of steps have to be taken to ensure that the programme-making stays within the law. He tells us about the documentary that he's currently preparing, and that we should see this programme on our television screens in about a year's time.

The dinner conversation is fascinating! The 2 couples are interested in hearing about our star-spangled journey around America. We'll be having dinner with these 2 couples every night (unless any of us choose to eat elsewhere eg in the Kings Court if we have crumpled clothes!). This is nice as it will give us the chance to get to know each other a little.

After dinner Reg and I listen for a while to a harpist in the “Chart Room”, a bar-lounge overlooking the sea. We don't bother to stay up for the “Black and White ball” which starts at 9.45 pm. There's a jazz band in the Chart Room lounge most nights; I love jazz, but we still haven't recovered from our 2 months of travelling. Back in our cabin, Reg reads – and I'm in bed by 10 pm.

















































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