There is something a little freaky about waking up to a different view outside your hotel bedroom window. Today it is a place called Katchmeifukan, named after the Leonardo DiCaprio/ Tom Hanks movie, because nobody would think to look for you here.
It’s actually a bit of a throwback to the logging village era, particularly the parts we get to see. I imagine it’s a very sleepy village when the cruise ships aren’t here. I also imagine it would be completely isolated during winter, so best have a good hobby and get to know your neighbours. Those two events need not intersect, although everybody does tend to look alike up here. Maybe the motto for Alaska should be “The land of Cousin Mom and Uncle Dad”.
We went for a wander on shore for a couple of hours and then came back onboard. There were a few excursions available to visit stuff via little boat, helicopter or floatplane. Would Sarah get into one of those? Correct!
The floatplanes are really cool, though. We saw so many take-off and land on the water next to us. Like every 10 minutes, all day. Cool.
I know there’s a joke in there somewhere, but we’ll take the high ground, won’t we?
We have now found a great quiet spot to wait for the ship to leave in an hour. It’s the nightclub, but is empty during the day, and has windows right across the front of the ship.
Great views of where we are going.
Well, so much for a secret location. The room is now almost full as the ship is preparing to leave. Never mind. We have prime seats as we got here first.
International? I know! As we pass it, I see that there are a series of car ferries taking people from the airport across to the town. Why would you take your car ferry, just to park it 100m up the ramp, at the airport carpark. Is taking your car to work THAT important? Just build a decent carpark on the city side and you can fit so many more pedestrians on the ferry than cars. Ah well. This is the land of Sarah Palin, after all. Rumour has it she was planning a bridge across to the airport. It apparently got started, but never got off the ground.
As we drive north in our hotel, we see homes scattered along the shoreline.
Sarah would love to have a home with water views, and the odd time the roundabout at Northwood flooded doesn’t really cut it. But does she look at these homes and appreciate the majestic views, with moose in the forest behind the house and eagles circling overhead?
No!
“Where is the nearest supermarket?” She just can’t help herself, sometimes.
At 1800 we have had enough of waiting for whale tails, so we go down to our room to get ready for dinner. I believe our local Gibraltans were doing the float-plane thing today, so that will keep us entertained for a while.
I almost forgot. Before dinner there is a show in the theatre. We went to one last night after dinner, at 2300. This one is 1900, so we will be ready for a 2030 dinner kickoff.
The show was a musical comedy variety show, with an English couple. Not bad.
After dinner we popped back up to Sarah’s nightclub, for what they call “Dancing with the Stripes”. It is exactly as you would imagine, but with ship’s officers replacing the stars of the original. They then draw names of potential dance partners from the willing audience members. Oh Dear.
Surprisingly, one of the best dancers on the crew is the Bar Manager, the senior barman. This is only surprising because he looks like a bent, bald Truman Capote.
The only non-Amrikan was a middle-aged Australian. I’m thinking Norris from Coro St. (Yes I watch the odd episode when Sarah makes me)
He was dancing with a young female officer, and was clearly not comfortable. It looks like this was the closest he had been to a female chest since his mother.
Not the best representation from our end of the world, really.
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