From Bali, we spent a day at sea and then two days in Indonesia. For whatever reason, the Immigrations department had an early, 7:30, manditory face to face meeting for all guests and would not let us back on until everyone cleared. Then, the next day, they did it again before we could leave port. So, two days in a row, I walked on land.

Here’s the breakdown for this leg of the journey.

Kim walked to a temple that had 99 spheres.

There were two of these cool little Islands that people spend the day.

Kim brought back some delicous fried chicken that a crew member form Indonesia recommended. Mouth watering doesn’t even come close to describing this chicken. Okay, go get a snack, I’ll wait, but come back and finish reading.

Okay, I owe my wine drinking friends and family an appoligy. I made fun of a guy that saved $250 on a $1,000 bottle of premium wine because he was Diamond Elete. I just realized that I am the most intense beer natzi in the world. Price would not matter if I could taste a better beer. So, sorry wine guys. I saw our bar manager loading several small cases of something at our last stop in Indonesia. I asked him what was in the shipment. He told me that one of the officers had a good friend that owns a vinyard in this region. The officer and his friend went scuba diving in the morning and he gave us 83 bottles of vintage wine. Sean said he saw the price list and it was over the top, never seen wine so expensive. I said I don’t understand, there are several free wines on board. He reminded me that I was the worst beer snob that he ever met. ” You should understand”. I brought you several beers two years ago when we ran out of Lagunita IPA and you rejected all of them. I get it now.

I was sitting on deck 9 in my assigned seat when two fighter planes buzzed us, I didn’t see them, but with the current unrest in the world, it gave me a moment of panic. Then, they buzzed us again and I did see them. They were bright red and vintage propeler fighter planes out for a spin. Sorry, not fast enough on my camera.

Even the pilot boat was Indonesian style.

So, if you are old enough to remember “Laugh in”, you remember Artie Johnson, he is on board with us, or a great look alike. Artie was a guy that walked with little steps and rode a tricycle only to fall over. If you are not old enough, I can’t find enough words to explain.

The other thing that “Laugh in” did was coin the phrase “Flying Ficklr of Fate”. I saw it in Indonesia.

The barmance continues.

These are our extremely excellent room stewards.

I can’t leave you with any sunset pictures because where we are in the land of white skies and no sun.

As Ross our Cruise director says, ” Love you all”

I’d like a champeigne, can you make it a double? Almost pool chronicles material.

More later…….