Hi to All,
My blogging morale sort of fell apart yesterday. We were all day at sea with no land in sight, no pictures and no comments at all on my last absorbing blog, which I honestly thought was comment worthy. But, I won’t be discouraged—onward and upward!
With so much time on my hands, I have been reading Bill Bryson’s “In a Sunburned Country,” his travel commentary about Australia. I am about 2/3 of the way through the book and he has already made three trips to Australia because it’s such a time consuming thing to see all of it. The United States and Australia are about the same size, but Australia only has about 22 million people while the US has more like 316 million. So, needless to say, there is a lot of empty space with no decent roads in Australia, which makes it quite hard to travel in comprehensively. Road trips take on a whole new meaning!
This ship, the Viking Orion, is relatively small as far as cruises go—about 950 people on board. Since this is a smaller ship, they have a lot of special lunch and dinner events. Yesterday it was grilled Cuban sandwiches and today it was Italian with freshly made pasta. One day it was Caesar Salad with grilled shrimp, salmon or halibut. One can get something to eat on this ship anytime from 6:30 AM to 12 PM, which is handy if one happens to be a glutton.
Tomorrow we will be in Tasmania. The only thing I really know about Tasmania is that they have an animal there called the Tasmanian Devil, which is now an endangered species. And probably the only reason I knew that is because of the Looney Tunes character, Taz.
I have only one eavesdropping event to report. The other night we were waiting for our reservation at a specialty restaurant on the ship (meaning fancy stuff with a mile long description). As we were standing there, this tiny little man, who I probably had at least 9 inches and 40 pounds on, came racing out of the restaurant, looked right at us and spit out disgustedly, “They only have French wines in this restaurant! Unbelievable! I’m leaving.” Then he raced off. So, is there a group of wine aficionados who detest French wines? I think I must be missing something. Oh, and on a side note, it doesn’t cost extra to eat at this restaurant and wines are complimentary, so no one was forcing him to drink French wine.
A. Roam of My Own: Travels With Annie 
We’re supposed to comment? Oops.
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Some wine drinkers are snobs. The end. You know you are with one when they swirl , sniff than obnoxiously make loud smacking sounds when they take a sip then practically gargle the stuff. What, do they have a class on how to look pretentious when ordering and drinking wine? Personally, give me a beer drinker. Blow off the suds, take a big gulp, slap it down on the table and say “pass the pretzels”.Very predictable people. ❤️
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P.S. Your blog yesterday was riveting. 😂. I had forgotten what you said before the eavesdropping corner because of the bee incident . The lady with the deadly allergic bee problem was either 1) an idiot for traveling anywhere without an epipen and Benadryl or 2) a drama queen who really didn’t have a deadly allergic bee problem bc if you almost died from a bee sting, or had an anaphylactic reaction to one( which is most likely how you knew you had said allergy) wouldn’t leave the house without an epipen . And John’s comment,…. see above. Your powers of observation were spot on. 😘. You are a kinder person than I. I’m afraid I would have had to correct all of those people on the spot or at least in a very loud whisper, made my comments as a public service announcement. 😂
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Hey wait! I commented on yesterday’s blog! 😊 And it was before this blog post came out. Just thought I would throw that in there. 😄 And about today’s post…I thought that the French were known for their wines, so what’s the problem? That guy won’t even be in the same restaurant where French wine is served? How ridiculous!
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And P.S, Tasmanian devils in really life are terrifying!
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Real life, that is.
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