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Same here for B2B August 27 to September 10. However, Holland America kept sending me emails as if I were boarding in Montreal.

What difference does it make where Americans cruise, if all they are interested in are the FlowRider® Surf Simulator, the ice skating rink, the rock climbing wall and a week long drunken binge? What percentage of the US population cares about history or geography? Give them a drink and a Caribbean beach. I would say that Europe is a great place for a land vacation. The Galapagos Islands and South Pacific Islands are the best place to cruise, visiting them any other way is a challenge.

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I saw them pour water out of a bottle, the passenger kept the empty, saw another bottle just tossed, assumed it was the passenger's choice. I think it is mostly an attempt by Holland America to limit their plastic waste onboard. They save on the cost of recycling or disposal and make some money selling canned water, a waiter paraded through the dining room at breakfast offering it, I did not check the price. I took an empty one use bottle onboard with no problem, used it throughout my two weeks aboard, brought it home, put it in the recycle bin. I try not to buy water in bottles, had to in Salem, no water fountain, bought a 16 ounce bottle for $2. That's $16 per gallon. People complain about the price of gasoline. As others have pointed out, tap water is fine from your cabin or in dining venues. Drinking glasses will be provided in your bathroom and with your ice bucket. Ice water will be offered in all dining venues. I have never seen any attitude from staff when I turned down a chance to buy a beverage.

Shore side security dumped out water bottles during our Boston embarkation a couple of weeks ago.

Zaandam This and That A scooter was regularly plugged in at a elevator landing, thought that was verboten. I am not a fan of the bread pudding or peanut butter silk pie. Mussels, on the other hand... Everything worked. Toilet flushed every time. Temperature was pleasant throughout the ship. There were no leaky pipes, no buckets catching drips. Was this really a Holland America ship? We could not have asked for better weather. Brought a raincoat. Didn't wear it. Brought a jacket. Didn't wear it. Brought a sweater. Didn't wear it. I was comfortable in shirt sleeves for the whole two weeks. My experience only, others wore jackets. Did not care for the performer in the piano bar or the piano/singer duo. The trio in the Ocean Bar was more my style, did not frequent the place, though. Only heard the classical cello/piano duo while passing through. We spent almost no time on our balcony, although the temperature, wind, and shade were occasionally conducive. We appreciate the view through all the glass. Never ordered room service, do not eat in our bedroom at home, either. Cabins on deck 6 might be the handiest on Zaandam. Walk two floors up to the Lido and pools, add another deck for the Crow's nest, walk just one or two decks down for dining room and entertainment. Longer climbs from A deck or 1 or 2 are manageable after being ashore. I was surprised at the healthy looking people who took an elevator to go down just one floor. I suggest you make a rule for yourself before cruising. Promise to climb up a floor and down two or up two and down three, or whatever your knees and fitness will allow. Heard a woman order her second mimosa at dining room breakfast, she said that you have to start early with the beverage package. (It includes 15 drinks per day.) I miss having the daily printed mini-newspapers. There was a rumor that the Queen's Room would be turned into some sort of tech spot. I don't know why the daily planner listed Evening Catholic Prayer instead of mass. Cigarette smell is noticeable near the casino and on the starboard side of the Lido restaurant near the Seaview Bar. When the wind is wrong, the smell can extend through the whole starboard side of the restaurant. The promenade deck could have held twice as many deck chairs. Have some been removed for covid or because it was not a tropical cruise? I did not spend much time on the promenade deck, it is usually a favorite hangout, also did not read as much as usual. T-Mobile cell service worked great in USA and Canada. I was concerned when the phone used Bell and Telus services, but that's what T-Mobile does in Canada, “free” calls, texts, and data with Magenta 55+ plan. We managed to avoid unintended charges by the ship's expensive Cellular at Sea service. We were close enough to land to use land based services through most of the cruise on this itinerary. Even posted a few photos from the phone. Paid $149 for 14 days of adequate internet onboard. We received pillow chocolates on one gala/dressy night each week. Never saw a towel animal, did not miss them. We opted for no turndown service. Four star included laundry was returned the same day, laundry room probably had little demand on seven day cruises. We did not eat anything from Dive-In. We did not eat in the Pinnacle Grill. We may try some candied clothesline bacon yet. We did not take a Holland America excursion, did not find out how they handle those who do not have smart phones. Our private tours for two arranged on the dock cost about the same as HAL excursions. I lost a ton of weight in the past year on a low carb diet. Diet and exercise, who knew? Switched to a see food diet for the cruise. See it and eat it. I gained four pounds. I blame the cherry tomato they added to my full English breakfast. Salt grinders are an abomination. Stacked presentation of food is an abomination. The cruise director said they were 17% short on crew, visas were a major roadblock. I noticed no service issues. Covid? Pretty much a nonissue. Staff wore masks 99.8%, one occasionally slipped below the nose. Small percentage of passengers wore them, even on crowded tenders. Mrs. Whogo heard some coughing, but that's pretty normal on cruises. Aside from the closed section of cabins on deck 6, which might have been to isolate new crew, I saw no hint of covid, noticed no extra cleaning. This was like a pre-covid Holland America cruise, no big cutbacks, no appreciable service slips. Front desk staff and room stewards were better than usual. Hot food was served hot, cold food cold. The musicians were not to my taste, I'm sure others loved them. World stage shows did not appeal, dancers, BBC Earth, comedians, uh uh, would not have attended even if I was not worried about covid. Two days after the cruise and we are still free of covid symptoms and do not have our usual cruise cough and cold, may consider wearing masks for air travel even if covid goes away. In short, great cruise. My top four experiences? Anne of Green Gables excursion Quebec City Driving the electric vehicle around Acadia National Park Visiting our daughter and son-in-law

Which ship, which cruise line?

Saturday, September 10, 2022. Boston The woman using the automatic hand washers next to me pulled out her wet hands from the little washers and said, “This is how I clean my jewelry.” “Yeah? Let's see you do your earrings.” Ran into the feisty 91 year old lady who had complained on the first day that there was no refrigerator in her ocean view cabin. She paid for three cabins, they should provide a refrigerator. Saw her last night, asked if she had one. “No, and this ship doesn't have a laundromat! Every ship has a laundromat!” Wish I'd seen more of the old girl. We finished most of our packing last night, left out toiletries and clothes for today, knew everything would fit in our suitcases. We bought a few professional photos, rare to find any of us that we like. I have been warned for six weeks about weekend road tunnel closures making travel to Boston's Logan Airport difficult, repetitive email warnings from my travel agent, email warnings direct from Holland America, and more recent warnings from the airline. Allow extra time, use public transport, ride share. Double the warnings, Mrs. Whogo received the same. Managed a good night's sleep despite the looming chaos. I was up early, dining room opened at 6:30, another full English for me. Supervised the Zaandam's docking, the captain did just fine, can't say the same about the shore side line handlers. Lines snagged on everything snagable. Accompanied Mrs. Whogo to her Lido breakfast, was there to fetch things and keep her company. She ate much more sensibly than I did all cruise. Finished packing, left home with four bags, returned with three, I jammed my carryon into my checked bag, didn't worry about wrinkles on the way home. I toted our 80 pounds of luggage down three flights of stairs in one go. Debarkation started a bit after seven, we did unassisted debarkation about 8:40 from deck 3 forward, no customs or immigration after clearing them yesterday, walked a short way to a handy pickup point, spent the morning with our daughter and son-in-law, wonderful to see them again, took a long walk through Boston, had time for ice coffee and then a game of Scrabble and they shuttled us to the airport, thanks again, with absolutely no traffic delays. All that tunnel closure panic for nothing. Paid for two checked bags, accepted the offer to check our carry-on for no extra charge. Was patted down again by TSA, all the layers of cloth in my empty pockets, trousers, undershirt, and undershorts looks like firearms and explosives to the nudie-scope. Fried clams at Legal Seafood were delicious, have not had any for years. Coach flights were as good as it gets, on time, empty seat between us, marred only by loud talkers on both legs. Why do people broadcast their drivel to people five rows away? Had a full English breakfast this morning, minus the fried toast, beans, grilled tomato, whole wheat toast, mushrooms, hash browns, sausage and back bacon. I had to cook and serve it myself and clean up after. Living at home is going to take some getting used to.

Advertised at $35, it is $41.30 with 18% gratuity. Our waiter was pleased that we ordered it, he must get a cut of the gratuity. He claimed the lobsters are live downstairs, I should have asked to see one. I would see if they are available with drawn butter.

I think this New England Lido menu is the same as last week’s Canada themed dinner menu.

Friday, September 9, 2022. Bar Harbor Dressy night last night according to the Daily Program, Gala night according to the dinner menu, guests followed the rules, women dressed better than men, did not see a dinner jacket or gown either week. Same menu as last week, I ordered the same dishes as last week, snails, shrimp, tangerine glazed duck breast, same comments on the lack of horseradish in the cocktail sauce and lack of tangerine flavor. Nice meal. Chocolate surprise on deck 5 again, too, with waiters offering trays of treats; cocoa dusted almonds, marshmallows with pink sprinkles, chocolate pecan creations, white chocolate covered raisins and more. Great breakfast this morning, full English again. Holland America should train the fifteen stewards who offer juice to offer coffee. “Would you like some juice?” “No, thank you. Coffee please.” “Your waiter will bring it.” I guess the waiter and only the waiter is the sommelier of coffee. Received printed instructions yesterday about US Customs and Border Patrol inspection as we enter our first US port of Bar Harbor. So long Canada, it's been swell. Cruise director Glenn stumbled over the USCBP initials a few times in his PA announcements, but everyone, regardless of nationality, everyone, whether going ashore or not, everyone had to present themselves to USCBP staff. No exceptions. Announcements started before 8:00 AM. At 9:30 they were still looking for 33 passengers, at 9:58 the last two holdouts were named and shamed. We tendered without hearing the final results. I was uncomfortable tendering in a fairly well loaded tender with only 15-20% of us wearing masks. I have been cautious about covid. I have not seen a show in the World Stage theater or the Wayang Theater, have not taken a coach tour, have not stepped into an elevator. We have worn masks indoors except when eating. Catching covid was a common theme in a number of cruise blogs that I followed, I worried that blogging might cause covid, but have risked it to bring you the news. A talkative woman with an unpleasant voice chose to sit next to me, blessed many of us with the inanities that only her husband should have had to hear. We were aboard lucky tender #13, coincidentally my assigned lifeboat, felt better seeing that it could transport me safely to shore. Overheard a woman who was disappointed that Bar Harbor and the outlying islands weren't built up with big hotels and more houses. Something to look forward to, Acadia National Park and Condo Association. Had a great time tooling around Acadia National Park in a rented electric vehicle a couple of weekends ago, this visit was calmer. Still nice, we walked the shoreside path, read the placards at what they call The Museum of the Streets, informative blurbs about the properties we passed. There were some lovely homes, indeed. Must be nice. We visited the Abbe Museum, devoted to the local Wabanaki Native Americans. I liked the stone and bone tools best, also the canoes. I headed back to the ship down Main Street which is lined with tourist shops, restaurants and bars and packed with tourists, my idea of hell. Everyone else loves it. Mrs. Whogo visited St. Saviour's Episcopal church, checked out the stained glass windows, some of which are by Tiffany. Highly recommends a visit. She also visited Jessup Library, which looks like a drawing room in a mansion, there is some wealth in Bar Harbor. She had the sense to avoid Main Street and returned via a side street. She overheard a couple of old women on her return tender. “I can't believe we were the last two to go to inspection.” “I had just sat down to read the instructions when we got the phone call.” What was called Canada night in the Lido last week was called New England night this week, poutine, lobster mac and cheese, some maple flavored dishes, seafood chowder, etc. We feasted yet again on mussels. Poutine ala Zaandam was French fries with melted Velveeta-ish cheese with the opportunity to add onion and a few other things. Maybe if mussels hadn't been available... And I was starving... Lost at evening trivia as we did at afternoon trivia, said goodbye to teammate Jeph, who led us to victory a few times. Somehow Mrs. Whogo and I did not know who Beyonce was married to, Jeph did. I pretty much finished packing, left the cabin to give Mrs. Whogo some room, found a great, quiet, empty place to read, the Wayang Theater. Light is not good enough for paper books, but ebooks work fine. Looking forward to a short visit with our daughter and son-in-law tomorrow in Boston.

Second Sail with Seth “pillow” gift. Food, just what we need. Unsubtle reminders to get off the Dam ship tomorrow: Bags out from under the bed, thanks Wibi:

Girdled tree rescue attempt:

Thursday, September 8, 2022. Halifax, Nova Scotia My braised lamb shanks were delicious last night. Solo breakfast was nearly perfect this morning. Had a window seat in the dining room, the people nearby kept their voices low, coffee arrived in good time, read a bit on my phone, and the runny yolks in my eggs Benedict jiggled nicely as the plate was set down in front of me. Yolks continued to jiggle with the vibration of the dining room. Grade school witticism, “What was Snow White's brother's name?” “Egg white. Get the yolk?” After peaceful Charlottetown and Sydney, Halifax is noisy, we are assaulted by the din of traffic, bag pipes and construction. We took a circuitous route to the Public Gardens, detoured around torn up streets and sidewalks and I chose routes that led to more torn up streets and sidewalks, zigged when I should have zagged. Halifax Public Gardens again? We were just there on the first leg of this cruise. Yes, we enjoyed the gardens that much. Lovely place away from the city noise, almost. Sad story, shortly before our last visit a vandal girdled thirty trees in the gardens, stripped away bark all the way around in an effort to kill them. It is unbelievable what some people will do. I watched and heard about repair efforts. Staff were attempting to graft young twigs onto the tree to span the gap in the bark. They won't know if rescue efforts succeed until spring. I wish them luck. We split up. She went through Camp Hill Cemetery, the Old Burial Ground, and the Natural History Museum, got to handle live mussels. I toured the Maritime Museum of the Atlantic. Fascinating display about the Halifax explosion of 1917, which killed 1700 and scattered shrapnel to a range of eight kilometers, another about the Titanic. There were numerous small craft and also models of ships. Their mascot Merlin the macaw was affected by the covid shutdown. “In 2020, the museum’s first COVID-19 closure disrupted the museum work routine for all staff, including Merlin. The change in routine and lack of visitor interaction affected Merlin which led him to snip his feathers. Merlin’s health and happiness are priorities for us, and we are following his veterinarian’s recommendations. This includes medication to help Merlin’s coping behaviour towards stress. Merlin’s behaviour is common, and his feathers do grow back. Merlin receives regular visits from his veterinarian for general health inspections.” https://maritimemuseum.novascotia.ca/about/mascots The boardwalk trail back to Zaandam was packed, what with the beautiful weather and Adventure of the Seas and Carnival Legend being in port with us. During trivia we watched a man surf on the Flow Rider on Adventure of the Seas and were envious of the water slide, no wonder we did not win with all that excitement next door. We chose the wrong ship for our cruise. Next time, dear.

Guides were looking for customers in the parking lot outside the port building next to a price listing. Interviewed the first and hired him.

Fun with the vacuum toilet, nice breeze under the door. IMG_0555.MOV

September 7, 2022 Mussel Mania in the Lido again last night, another winning meal, all big black mussels, none of the little white ones in white wine sauce. We feasted, remembered to have some vegetables to round out the meal. Mrs. Whogo watched a few minutes of the 2022 Elvis movie, left when it became too crowded in the Wayang Theater. Felt the movie was promising, we will watch it sometime. Similar problem for her on the main stage with too many in the audience and she did not think comedian Steven Scott was funny. There was enough ocean motion to cause some cabin creaks, it has been a smooth sailing, especially in the St. Lawrence. Enjoyed another calm, delicious dining room breakfast, coffee came reasonably quickly, it appears that only the assigned steward is allowed to pour coffee, maybe there is special hot liquid training involved. We were willing to just wander the town of Sydney, again, but found a guide at an acceptable price to take us an hour away to the Alexander Graham Bell National Historic Site. Beautiful drive there, lots of water and forest, will be spectacularly colorful in a few weeks. Paid our admission fee, the clerk was tired of explaining to visitors that there was no printed guide, no online guide. She may just be tired of life. Interesting museum, info well presented, Bell's wife got major mention. Wealth from his telephone invention allowed bell to experiment with kites, airplanes, hydrofoils and much more. Had a thing for tetrahedrons. Tested his hypothesis that ewes with more nipples were more likely to have twins, bred sheep that had twins, but after 30 years found no relationship between the number of nipples and likelihood of twins. Mrs. Whogo wanted to see what was different about Canadian supermarkets, stopped at a large Sobeys. Lots more fresh fish and frozen fish than we see in the Midwest, also double cream that we never see. Some familiar brands, a few Canadian brands, it was a good stop. Also drove through through a First Nations reservation in Sydney. This one is the go to place for cheaper cannabis and cigarettes. Mrs. Whogo took a long walk through the town and along the waterfront after a late lunch in the Lido, I took a shorter walk along the waterfront boardwalk, read the displays about Sydney's part in WWII and paid my respects to memorials to those lost at sea. Only 9 of 17 correct in afternoon trivia put us in a three way tie, we won in the tiebreaker. How old was Shirley Temple when she won her special Oscar? What actress was a Bond girl in two films? Dinner with the trivia ringer, Mrs. Whogo ordered the special whole lobster, served split down the middle with Bearnaise(?) sauce, I was only slightly splattered during its consumption. Collateral damage. Temple was 6 years old, Maud Adams was a Bond girl twice.

Good news, mussels again in the Lido. Daily Program:

Tuesday, September 6, 2022. Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island Good strip loin for dinner. A number of fishing(?) boats raced around nearby, no idea what they were up to. They were too fast for fishing, especially with the sharp turns. Just a bunch of boaters goofing around? Glorious sunset, Mrs. Whogo had the better view out the window, my photo did not do it justice. The dining room has not learned the first rule of providing breakfast to Americans. Fill the customer's coffee cup as soon as his rear end hits the chair, unless you can offer it sooner. Instead, juice? No, thank you. Coffee, please. Second waiter, juice? No, thank you. Coffee, please. Third waiter, water? (offering to sell it in cans.) No thanks, Coffee, please. Waited a bit, picked up my cup and went searching. Head waiter, one of the guys in suits, raises an eyebrow, blank stare, has no idea what I am searching for. I ask for coffee. Blank stare for moment. He offers to bring it. I sit and wait. Someone fills my water glass. I ask for coffee, please. Finally arrives. Glenn Michael announced that we were cleared to debark in Charlottetown a little after nine from deck A ahft. He translated 'ahft' to 'the back of the boat' for those of us who understand aft but not ahft. The smoke detector started chirping a low battery warning, hope it is fixed before I return from shore. Took in the sights of Charlottetown, walked three miles, no hills, returned to find Wibi and Made straightening up our cabin, the smoke detector not yet fixed. Ten more minutes. I passed five panhandlers in Charlottetown, three with cardboard signs, two in wheelchairs, only one of muttering, I think, in French.

Second time under:

Monday, September 5, 2022. Labor Day at sea No Labor Day observance announced on the ship, I marched by myself up and down the halls while singing “The Internationale” off key. Off key is the only way I sing, I have never hit the right note in my life. The dining room was crowded last night at 7:20, we were not late enough, earlier diners were still finishing their meals. This is a dressier crowd than last week, no t-shirts, no ball caps, passengers are nicely turned out. We were between a couple of French speaking tables, the racket from the English speakers behind me was alcohol related. Good lord, those big chest protector sized I.D. holders are for Roads Scholars. If you think the cruise ship excursion colored numbered dork dots are bad... I thought Roads Scholars was classier than that, looks like something to keep grade schoolers together on a field trip. Saw the scholars all lined up against a wall outside the Frontenac's lobby and some counting his charges. Another day, another time change. Up early, couldn't wait for the dining room to open at 8:00, ordered my first bowl ever of congee in the Lido. Confessed my inexperience to the servers and their eyes lit up at the opportunity to make a convert to the Indonesian national breakfast. Plain congee is a rice porridge, the staff kept offering and I kept accepting ingredients. Chicken? Sure. Seaweed? Why not? Fried garlic? Tiny little brown bits. Garlic for breakfast? No thanks. Fried tofu? Yes, please. Hard boiled egg? Okay. Fried garlic? Can't turn it down a second time. Took a seat at a table for one. Stirred it all in as directed. Congee tasted fine. The waitresses eyes lit up. “Ah, congee. It's what we have for breakfast in Indonesia. Do you like spicy? We put chili oil on it. May I get you some chili oil? Sure, why not? I add half the little ramekin, felt the warmth in my mouth, added the rest, spicy, but not enough to burn or make my forehead sweat. Congee is a fine breakfast, but won't replace bacon and eggs in my life. It's cool today, 55 degrees F, won't get much warmer. I took part in Clif's introduction to tai chi next to the pool under the magrodome. He is a good teacher, not a tai chi master, although he's done martial arts for thirty years. I have done some tai chi, each of the seven moves he taught was new to me. Fun way to spend 45 minutes, one time only on this cruise. Excellent tacos in the Lido for lunch, custom built by staff under my guidance, with guacamole, fish, a little lettuce and mango salsa. The captain announced in his noon update that we were sailing at 10 knots in the endangered northern right whale area, will pass under Confederation Bridge in the dark at 5:15 AM. Second time for the Zaandam under the bridge, I'll brag to the assembled multitude that I was aboard for the first passage. Mrs. Whogo won the Essy drawing, four packages, a pendant, earrings, anchor necklace, wheelhouse necklace, all worth well under $100. She can upgrade each item for $10 to $95. Busy afternoon planned for me. 1:00 beer tasting 2:00 wine tasting 3:00 afternoon tea 4:00 Cruise Critic meet up 5:00 Sail with Seth cocktail party The beers to be tasted were Dos Equis, Hoegarden, Guinness Foreign Extra Stout and Lagunitas IPA. Nothing there worth my time or $15, left before 1:00, saved myself some time. I am not a wine drinker. I like beer, would rather drink a mediocre American lager than a fine wine, don't have the patience for another winery tour and only attended my first wine tasting so I could report here. There was a bit of thrill, though. I checked in at the Club Orange location, my loyalty status qualified me for the 'free' tasting, walked in as if I had paid more for my cabin, although those in the know greeted the cellar master by name. My name was on page two without the orange highlight. Tables were all set up with four glasses of wine already poured plus a cheese and fruit plate, no crackers. Holland America does not do crackers. I thought everything would move right along. Nope. The cellar master dinged his glass with his fork twenty times more than he needed to, spent fifteen minutes telling about his home country of the Philippines, spoke about wine growing areas, found out where everyone was from (Argentina, 1; Canada, 3; USA 25), introduced three assistants and asked for applause for each. I thought of leaving, discretely but rudely checked my phone instead, yeah, I was that guy. We took our first sniff and sip of wine at 2:15, a Riesling with “crisp apple aromas and flavors with subtle mineral notes.” Table mates nodded in agreement with this assessment. I thought of the cartoon where the patron complains, “Waiter, this wine has an oaky, smoky flavor with hints of cherries and chocolate. Bring me a bottle that tastes like wine.” Sipped the same wine again after a taste of edam cheese and again table mates nodded with the cellar master's description. So it went with three more wines. The final presenter regretted that he could not offer the bleu cheese that the Cabernet sauvignon called for and had us taste it with cheddar. The cellar master paraded through the tables with a chunk of cheddar on his fork to show us which cheese to taste with this wine, perhaps he did the same with the other three cheeses, if so, this reporter missed it. Two sips of each of the four wines and I snuck out. I remain a beer drinker. The Cruise Critic meet up was a bust. Blew my nose three blasts with a red bandana without anyone giving the countersign, met no one. The pianist and singer in the Ocean Bar would have made conversation difficult anyway. 5:00 Sail with Seth, well... er... Signing up to sail with Seth offered a few amenities that seemed worth the small expense. Holland America and Seth ended their relationship and a short cocktail gathering with the cruise director was one of the replacements. I had a Corona beer, Mrs. Whogo most of a glass of wine and we had a delightful chat with fellow cruisers Denise and Neil and short chat with Glenn Michael, will also receive a photo of the two of us, the photographer took a number of shots. Too much going on on this lazy sea day, we're off to trivia in a moment.

Monday, September 5, 2022. At sea.

Sunday, September 4, 2022. Quebec City Spent a lot of time in the piano bar on our Noordam Australia cruise, thought that Diane Fast was as good as it gets. Checked out the piano bar last night, did not take two minutes for me to know it is not for me, much too loud and I am not blaming the drunk acting rowdy women in the corner. With the smoky casino next door, I will avoid deck 5 all together. How far does the sound carry? Let's see the cello/piano classical duo next door in the Explorer's Lounge compete with that. We were off the ship after breakfast, Mrs. Whogo wanted to see Maison de la litterature, a library in a former church noted for its modern, glaringly white interior. Fun walk to get there through old Quebec, a couple of new streets, plus a walk through the lobby of the amazing Chateau Frontenac. I recall staying there as a boy and exploring the topmost floor under the slanted roof. Imagine the maintenance involved in keeping the plumbing, HVAC and all else in top working order. The Maison de la litterature? Mrs. Whogo expected more from the library. It was just a library in a former church with a modern, glaringly white interior. She and I split up. I took a ride down the funicular, CA$4.00, cash only, immediately paid another CA$4.00 to ride back up. Solo ride down, a couple boarded with me for the ride up. Then another, then another. Six unmasked potential virus carriers, each of them breathing in the little carriage. Wish me luck. Took a nice long walk up and down steps the entire length of the boardwalk then circled around the citadel past the Parliament building and down Rue Saint-Louis to the Frontenac and then down the stairs through the old city and back to the ship. My phone reported that I climbed 38 floors and took 13, 338 steps since arising this morning. The sun came out after I was back onboard, but without a hat under overcast skies I still burned my part. Doesn't sound bad, but at this stage of my life my part is five or six inches wide. Returned to our cabin to find a fancy gift of four meringues. Well, Mrs. Whogo returned to a fancy gift of four meringues, I returned minutes later to a fancy gift of three meringues. With compliments of Gus Antorcha, president of Holland America Line, I will wait until I am home to address his thank you note. Also received an invitation (as their most loyal mariner guests, ha!) to a complimentary James Suckling's Great Wines of the Pacific Northwest. Is something missing in that sentence? How do you invite someone to a wine? Wine tasting, maybe? Might stop in tomorrow at 2:00 just to find out. Oh, happy day, they were carving leg of lamb in the Lido, I had three delicious slices along with some broccoli and cauliflower, great lunch. The next door neighbors are seeing how often they can slam the doors to their cabin, balcony and bathroom. I will pay them back tonight at 2:00 when I set the clock ahead an hour. Lost at afternoon trivia in the Crow's Nest, but viewed Montmorency Falls at great distance as we sailed past. Taller than Niagara Falls, the falls would be thoroughly impressive up close. At 5:25 PM I received a Navigator app reminder that afternoon tea starts at 3:00 PM. There are bugs in the app and they are getting worse. Last night's reminders were less than 10 minutes late. Lost again at travel trivia at 6:00. Tonight's dress suggestion is dressy. It is Canada night again, might walk through the Lido to look at the poutine.

Burrata , I hope I don’t find the poutine on this leg, would hate to find that I love cheese curds over French fries

Neat Inuit trident, stab ‘em and grab ‘em