The Ghost Ship

Day 25, Grand Asia 2018

Thursday, Oct. 25, 2018, Tianjin, China:

After a day in Tianjin yesterday and a two-day trip to Beijing last year, my options for today were limited. The ship offered a 40-minute shuttle ride to a mall, but having heard the descriptions from those who went the first day, I had no interest in shopping. So for perhaps the first time ever, I stayed on the ship while in port.

It was like being on a ghost ship.

I ate breakfast early as usual and then decamped to the library with a latte and my laptop to write and post the previous blog entry. It’s taking almost an hour to upload my pictures, format the entry and post it. Now that I know that those who subscribe by email get it immediately after posting, I have been more diligent about editing it first. Sure, I can correct typos later, but the errors have already hit inboxes.

The daily program was bereft of organized activities. At 11 a.m. I decided to make a survey of the public areas.

Mainstage Theater, empty and dark. Ocean Bar, empty. Shops, closed and dark. Casino, closed and empty. Sports Bar, empty. Piano Bar, empty. Crow’s Nest, empty.

Finally, three people in the Explorer’s Lounge. And about a dozen passengers in the Library. Three in the gym. About the same number in the Lido pool area.

After a fairly sunny and better-than-usual atmosphere yesterday, today was foggy and smoggy. The sun struggled to peak through behind the Westerdam early and disappeared as the day went on. I found it hard to tell how much was pollution, but it certainly deterred me from spending time on the balcony breathing in whatever hung in the air. I heard it was worse in Tianjin and Beijing. The huge cranes on the other side of the waterway disappeared at times.

 

Joyce and I went to lunch in the main dining room, something neither of us had done on this cruise. I usually prefer the Lido buffet. Our table of six was one of only two occupied on the starboard side. The port side didn’t have any more.

Everyone else was either ashore or in his or her cabin.

I loved it.

By late afternoon, the tour buses returned and the passengers streamed up the gangway. Because Holland America’s Westerdam, with twice as many passengers, was docked behind us, there was some confusion as a few passengers tried to board the wrong ship.

At dinner we celebrated Joyce’s birthday, with the Indonesian crew singing a birthday song to her to the traditional Dutch birthday tune but with Indonesian words. She especially loves it because she was born in the Netherlands.