Moby Obie Memorial Mediterranean Cruise, Day 3



[Our first wake up at sea, Saturday, August 24 (from our room).  We left Venice the previous morning and will have another full day at sea this day.  It’s 851 miles from Venice to Athens.  We had different feelings about two days at sea.  If you were a first time cruiser, you probably liked it.  It gives you a chance to recover from the trans-Atlantic flight, time to discover the ship, and time to just relax around the pools.]



[Hmmm, 7:21 am – time to meet the Grosses for breakfast.  🙂 ]


[And Here Comes the Sun (diddle, diddle)]


[Our route – the blue dot with the circles around it by Italy’s “heel” indicates where we were at the time.]


[The supervisor finds our morning refuge aft (or it could be aft refuge).  A ship’s mate is giving a tour to a group of two interested parties.]


[It’s time to par-tay!]


[The several hot tubs around the pools were a big attraction – often sought out by the supervisor, Anne, and Bill while I minded the table and the cold beverages.]


[A great place for people watching.]


[Our attendance at the overwhelmed small theatre for the travel briefing on Athens.  After this day, we watched the daily presentations on TV in our rooms.]


[OK, now it’s really people watching time.]


[We’re at “our table” in the atrium (a/k/a/, the piazza) waiting to go to the formal dinner.]


[Someone decided I should be in the photo, too.  So I gave my camera to a complete and total stranger for this shot.   You will note I’m not quite as “formal” as the others.  It’s a technical thing.  Guys are suppose to wear coat and tie, or at least a long-sleeve shirt.  I brought neither.  As we attempted entry at the restaurant I was confronted by the powers that be where I simply pointed out my outfit is considered “formal” in Hawaii.  I was granted access, thus squelching a possible international incident.  I thought I suffered enough merely by having to wear long pants for dinner every night.  BTW, the blonde attendant over my lefty shoulder is Tamara, from Serbia.  Just thought you should know that.]


[Prior to and after dining, it was a fine night to observe the beautiful people.  So, I engaged my role as paparazzo.  I like to take pictures of people taking pictures.  I believe this photographer was Scandinavian, and possibly a professional photographer as we saw her around with a variety of such equipment.]


[People watching and photo ops abound as the crew constructs the champagne tower.]


[And here’s where we first got involved in what sister Gretch would call a “celebrity sighting.”  We suspect the woman taking the photo is, or was, a professional model.  We believe the long-haired guy standing behind her to be her husband.  We believe their suspected three daughters to be professional models.  We believe they are Russian (there were lots of Russians on the cruise).  We believe all this because they all posed for photo shoots – and I don’t believe any of them ever wore the same outfit during the cruise.  Not that I was keeping track . . .]


[How’s that champagne tower comin’ along?]


[A professional camera shoot area.]


[Momma model modeling while the Orphea Band performed in the background.]


[Capping the tower.]


[A young photographer shoots the tower – Oy, the competition!]


[One of my faves – a tripleheader, three photographers at once!  😉 ]


[Begin the pour!]


[Momma model with daughter No. 2]


[Momma model with daughter Nos. 1 & 2.]



[The champagne lady?]


[The champagne lady and her escort.]


[Our young photographer being photographed.]


[And reversing the roles.  Oh, and the woman in the right foreground snapped the photo the champagne lady and her escort.]


[And I already forgot who shot this?  But it was previously e-mailed with the following note:  Voted most likely to be identified as Minnesotans should the cruise ship be boarded by terrorists.  Not really a concern for us, but the ship “gathered” all American passports for the three days we were in Turkish waters.  When we went ashore we could only be
identified by our Tommy Bahama shirts.  Nevertheless, Ruthie would really like to go back to Turkey again.  I think she wants a rug.  A hand made silk one may take two years to weave, cost more than a Buick, but will last for 300 years.]


[Our photographer being photographed.  There will be a scorecard at the end.]


[Meanwhile, back at the tower . . .]


[If you look in the center of this photo . . .]


[You will see Ravi Shankar.  Yes, Ravi Shankar.  And we had to laugh when we got on the excursion bus in Rome and even our Italian tour guide had to ask . . .  I did ask if he was related (dumb, he must hear that all the time), he politely replied it’s just a common name in India.  He and his daughters were always part of our shore excursion group.  Members of the group would approach them (because his 16 and 17-year old daughters were as striking as the Russian models) hoping they were from some exotic place.  They’re from Boston, which the askees always found disappointing.  🙂 ]


[He’s out of focus here, but over the course of the trip he would take pictures of us and we of them.]


[Meanwhile, back at the champagne tower, our photographer photographs her husband.]


[Our photographer’s husband photographs her and the lead singer for the Orphea Band while the Russian models relax stage right.]


[Meanwhile, the champagne tower continues to perform as a photographic background.]


[3 tiers of onlookers.]




[I’m not sure what his title was, but last guy to pour the champagne must be well up the hierarchy . . .]


[As such he’s entitled to one guest pourer(?)]


[Then on to the outdoor movie (see all the people in the deck chairs?) . . .]


[“Life of Pi”]


[A good night to the adult pool.  And now you know the cast of characters for the rest of the cruise!  🙂 ]

Up next:  Athens.

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