Sydney, Disembarkation

February 10, 2018

I had to say farewell to all of my new NCL friends today. No more magical animal towels to have conversations with, winks from the captain, although he may have been suffering from allergies, blown kisses from the Shore Excursion guy, who may have been gay, my honey mint tea delivered to my desk every day by Elouise, even though I think her real name was Chao Biming Yang, perhaps a professional figure skater now in Chinese witness protection, no more washy washy alcohol sprayed all over my hands and sometimes arms as I laughed with Vlad at the dinner entrance.

I didn’t get to say goodbye to Vlad on the ship which made be sad, but as I was waiting for my busses to arrive he was rolling out a lady in a wheelchair and got to say farewell. Just as we started laughing again a snot ball of a guest came over and started yelling at my back, “this is fucking assanine that we have to wait 30 minutes for my bus.” When I didn’t turn around, she tugged my vest. I slowly turned around just in time for her to reiterate what I had previously ignored. Lovely human.

“I think it’s great she came out from under her bridge for a holiday!” said the little old lady in the wheelchair. One final laugh with my ship boyfriend. Farewell.

Now, two and a half days in Sydney.