This week when so many of my friends have flown back to their floating home, I am back in Australia and I am staying.
My departure from the ship
in June wasn’t really like I thought it would be. I have been the one saying farewell
one hundred times over the years and it was actually nothing like I imagined.
I have gone on holidays away from the ship so many times
now, that other than having to pack up ALL of the things I have bought and
accumulated in the past 5 ½ years, it felt pretty much the same. Walking down
the gangway for the last time felt like every other time. Hugging my friends
didn’t feel different. Sure, there was an element of sadness but I also felt
fairly numb. I walked away from the group of ship family standing on the dock
to the waiting car, feeling nothing. The bandaid had been coming off so slowly
and painfully during the past month that it was really just time to rip it off. So I moved
through the motions of goodbye, waited for the others, hopped into the car,
buckled up, waved goodbye and looked behind me twice as we drove off, trying to
feel something. Nothing. Blank. Apparently I'm a post-griever.
Several weeks later, it still doesn’t feel real.
I flew out
of Durban, through Dubai and on to Seattle. The plane from Dubai to Seattle was
pretty empty and so when the opportunity to have four seats to myself arose, I
jumped up, covered myself in a blanket and promptly went to sleep laying flat,
a rare luxury on a 14 hour flight.
Have any of you watched the BBC series Call the Midwife?
It’s one of my favourite TV shows and comes with a 50% chance of tears. Well
the airline entertainment had season 5 which I had never seen before, so being
overtired and already emotional I sat in my row of four seats and watched Call
the Midwife and cried. Eventually I turned the show off and just sat staring at
the flight plan on the screen in front of me, thinking about all that had just happened leaving my ship home and cried. Not just silent tears
either. Face screwed up and nose streaming sort of tears. No one even noticed.
Arriving in Seattle I was greeted by my friend Molly, who took
beautiful care of me. After a shower and a perfect cup of coffee, we hit a
Seattle highlight, Pike Place Market. I took in the colours and smells of
freshly cut flowers, arts and crafts, seafoods, teas and all sorts of yummy
foods. We met up with another ship friend and headed out for a sushi dinner.
Around that time I hit a jetlag wall of tiredness and eventually crawled into a
dreamy bed and fell fast asleep.
The next day Molly drove me out to Pier 66 where I found my
friend Heather and her family, along with the Norwegian Jewel cruise ship for
the next adventure. With a mixed apprehension and excitement I boarded the
largest ship I’ve ever been on. So many parts of living on a ship were
familiar, including the crowds that you fight everywhere to get anywhere. Of
course this cruise ship was completely different to the AFM (Africa Mercy). The Norwegin Jewel is 14
decks high, it is also double the length, too many restaurants and bars
to count, an art gallery, spas (hot tubs), pools and water slide, a casino and
carpeted almost everywhere, just to name a few differences. There are 1,200
crew and I knew none of them, although they were all very friendly. You can eat
almost all hours of the day and before you are even hungry it is time to eat
again. An event is always taking place and if I hadn’t already learnt how to
live with constant activity around me, and fear of missing out (FOMO) I would
have been a basketcase. Instead we spent most of our hours on board staring out
the windows, eating, reading, eating, playing games, eating, watching shows in
the evenings and did I mention eating? Our favourite time of the night was going
back to our cabin (called a stateroom on a cruise) all the way down on deck 4
forward and finding our origami towel creation on the bed.
|
Deck 7 walkways practically disappeared from view they were so long |
|
Unfortunately mid June is too early for Salmon in Ketchikan |
|
Ketchikan's harbour |
|
Us at the Mendenhall Glacier, outside of Juneau |
|
Heather checking out the glacier |
|
The train from Skagway |
|
Skagway harbour |
|
One of the seven origami towel creations that we found in the evenings |
We visited Ketchikan, Juneau, Skagway (all Alaska) and
Victoria (B.C. Canada). We walked around each town looking in their local
stores, learnt a little bit of history, watched the Lumberjack show in
Ketchikan, walked to the Mendenhall glacier in Juneau, took the train up the
White Pass and Yukon Route in Skagway and walked the streets of Victoria. It was
fun and so beautiful. We saw dolphins and whales, glaciers and icebergs,
waterfalls and snow-capped mountains. All the while my mind had intermittently
been churning thoughts of returning to Australia and all that comes with it,
but to keep my head in the game I tried to concentrate on where I was presently
and focus on that.
From Seattle we travelled down to my friend’s town Medford,
Oregon. Then the following day after a beautiful morning outdoor church
service, different friends (Tim and Karin) picked me up and we drove back up to Portland. There
we tasted some of Portland’s delicious foods, Pip’s Original Doughnuts and Chai, Salt and Straw for gourmet ice-cream, schwarmas from a street
food truck to name a few. We hiked trails and drove the Fruit Loop tasting wines and ciders while catching up and talking of old times.
|
Chai and doughnuts at Pip's |
|
Cider tasting at the Hood River Fruit Loop |
Onward from Portland I flew to Durango, Colorado where I
joined Mercy Ships friends from all over the US, Canada and even my kiwi friend
who’s living in Northern Togo. We squeezed into every bed in our generous host’s house, some
overflowing into tents, others in pop-up camper vans. Every day held adventures, hiking
trails in the mountains (we got hailed on and froze when the temperature
dropped significantly and it rained the whole walk down), soaked in the hot
springs in Ouray, went white water rafting down the local river with
Durango friends, a day out on a shooting range, lots of BBQs and meals
together, Dutch Blitz, bocce ball and cornhole games. It was so fun to see so many
friends that I hadn’t seen in years. I love it when you can just pick up
exactly where you left off.
|
Ouray Hot Springs |
|
Look at the size of this thing! |
|
Hitting the 200yd, 300yd and 400yd targets took just 4 bullets! |
|
The mark where my bullet hit and then ricocheted off and hit Mirm in the forehead |
|
Soothing baby Bennett took some African mama style |
|
The American cornhole game |
After Colorado I flew to Virgina to see Stacia and
her family. I always think it’s interesting to see where your friends grew up
and all the things that are normal for them in contrast to your own ‘normal’
upbringing. From Virginia we drove through Charlotte, North Carolina for a
quick stop and onward to Nashville, Tennessee where we got to join our friends
Josh and Katie for their wedding! Another beautiful ship love story became
until-death-do-us-part in a gorgeous outdoor ceremony in the woods of
Tennessee.
The plan was to explore Nashville the next day and after
driving around the music recording studios, walking the streets and eating
lunch in a pub with great live country music, I had expired and was reduced to
tears in the airport car park after dropping Heather off. I was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to
lie down and close my eyes, but with nowhere to go and an 8+ hour drive the
following day, we said goodbye to other friends in the city and knocked 2 hours
off our drive for the next day, enjoying the golden hour of sunshine hitting
the trees as we drove and ending up in a random town, hotel and the 12th bed I'd slept in that trip.
Do you feel tired just reading this? Yeah me too. Let’s take a
break.
Deb! so glad to see how great you're doing! stay blessed!
ReplyDeleteThis comment has been removed by a blog administrator.
ReplyDelete