Yesterday, was the day for visiting Milford Sound, which is always a highlight. First, though, we sailed into Dusk and Doubtful,Sounds while the pilot told us about the history and geology of the area. His title is Fiordland Pilot and he seems to relish his job. On Saturday, he sailed through the Sounds on Pacific Pearl, then sailed around to Dunedin with them to meet up with us.
We've been lucky; on 5 trips to Milford Sound the weather has always been wonderful, and it is a glorious place if the sun is shining. No doubt, the international passengers on our ship will take away wonderful memories of NZ. We overheard a conversation behind us between an exasperated man and his confused wife. She couldn't understand the concept of a pilot, and did he belong to the ship, and which government paid his wages. And, if we are still in New Zealand, why is this called Melbourne Sound? The clincher was her question, how does the pilot get on and off the ship? They have stairs! was the reply through clenched teeth.
Another very good show last night with the singers and dancers in a production called Music in Pictures. Sunday night's show is best forgotten; I've seen better school productions. Today, we were treated to the Ice Odyssey. The ice rink is 60 feet x 40 feet and there are 11 skaters in the cast. It was spectacular and, when you consider we're on a ship, nothing less that amazing. They had five presentations of the same show over a few days because they can only seat 6 or 700 around the but, of course, it means that everyone has a good seat.
Our next port is Melbourne, on Thursday, then up the coast to arrive in Sydney on Saturday morning. All is going well.
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