Return To Vancouver

When we woke we were well on the way into berth at Port Vancouver and only ten minutes or so behind Sapphire Princess as I had expected. To observe the quayside activity for Volendam's next voyage to Kobe was quite instructional. A ballet of fork lift trucks gracefully moved from shore to ship more water melons than you have ever seen and many other less identifiable materials. The noise was cacophonous but in fact this came mainly from construction in the cruise terminal.

Disembarkation was early and formalities swift. We decided, although laden, to walk to the hotel on a balmy morning. The Renaissance had at last grasped our request for a day room and it was a haven indeed. With an internet connection I could only dream of on the ship I began to restart my life and its slightly pathetic addiction with all things online.

I was a little edgy (when am I not?) and miffed with Holland America who had not been one little bit interested in collecting our 1-94W stubs. I really don't want any hassle when I arrive at LAX in November.

We took the lazy option and lunched at the hotel restaurant, outside, and with the view of the harbour that remains between the recently risen apartment blocks on the shore. It is easy enough to imagine a return to Vancouver and we hope it will be a the end of a journey on the Rocky Mountaineer. Why not?