Cruising Together
We reached King Street Wharf with conflicting memories of which wharf number the ship was parked. With only five minutes before the ship was due to depart, we hurriedly paced our steps towards the end of the deck where I finally saw a familiar figure in a queue of hundreds of middle aged men and women. Another colleague of mine had just made it into the ship as the steps were about to be folded away. He and his wife were led astray by an Indian cabbie driver who pointed towards Circular Quay instead of Darling Harbour.
John Cadman III was smaller than I had expected. With 196 people on board and the capability of carrying 250, the two ship decks looked rather tight for space, with dinner tables lined at the sides and the buffet table placed in the middle of the floor. The observation deck gave the best 360 degrees view of the whole harbour. While it was cruising out, we enjoyed glasses of champagne and chardonnay semillon. It was very romantic, unfortunately my other half resides in Melbourne and totally missed out on this.
The food was excellent, though not spectacular but I certainly enjoyed the fresh oysters, the big tiger prawns, and the juiciest turkey meat I've ever tasted. Seriously. The dessert was a little let down with only fruit cakes to offer and fresh fruit platters. Somehow I was hungry for a chocolate mud cake. That craving disappeared when we alighted the ship and instead adjourned to James Squire for some drinks. The other popular lounges were totally sardine-packed with hyper Saturday night party animals. As we were about to take a ten-seater table, the waitress who was cleaning the table informed us that the indoor tables were only for restaurant goers and not for customers just wanting to order drinks. My colleague politely asked her to look around if she could locate any vacant picnic tables outside. She glanced quickly and nodded her head for us to sit down. Who has dinner at 11pm at Circular Quay anyway?
We stayed the night at a friend's place at The Rocks, with a little window shoppping the next day and some good laksa at a Malaysian restaurant. I guess this serves as preparation for a food frenzied galore when I return to Malaysia next month for a well-earned holiday.
Unfortunately not all weekends that start out nice end out nice. I returned to my car to find a piece of paper stuck under my wipers. It was an infringement note for parking overtime. We had forgotten to check the parking signs, assuming that the park-all-day-for-free area applied to the adjacent lot that we normally do park the car for endless hours. After a very expensive cruise, we had copped a very expensive fine.
John Cadman III was smaller than I had expected. With 196 people on board and the capability of carrying 250, the two ship decks looked rather tight for space, with dinner tables lined at the sides and the buffet table placed in the middle of the floor. The observation deck gave the best 360 degrees view of the whole harbour. While it was cruising out, we enjoyed glasses of champagne and chardonnay semillon. It was very romantic, unfortunately my other half resides in Melbourne and totally missed out on this.
The food was excellent, though not spectacular but I certainly enjoyed the fresh oysters, the big tiger prawns, and the juiciest turkey meat I've ever tasted. Seriously. The dessert was a little let down with only fruit cakes to offer and fresh fruit platters. Somehow I was hungry for a chocolate mud cake. That craving disappeared when we alighted the ship and instead adjourned to James Squire for some drinks. The other popular lounges were totally sardine-packed with hyper Saturday night party animals. As we were about to take a ten-seater table, the waitress who was cleaning the table informed us that the indoor tables were only for restaurant goers and not for customers just wanting to order drinks. My colleague politely asked her to look around if she could locate any vacant picnic tables outside. She glanced quickly and nodded her head for us to sit down. Who has dinner at 11pm at Circular Quay anyway?
We stayed the night at a friend's place at The Rocks, with a little window shoppping the next day and some good laksa at a Malaysian restaurant. I guess this serves as preparation for a food frenzied galore when I return to Malaysia next month for a well-earned holiday.
Unfortunately not all weekends that start out nice end out nice. I returned to my car to find a piece of paper stuck under my wipers. It was an infringement note for parking overtime. We had forgotten to check the parking signs, assuming that the park-all-day-for-free area applied to the adjacent lot that we normally do park the car for endless hours. After a very expensive cruise, we had copped a very expensive fine.
my lil' fingers typed this @ 11:05 PM Wolly time
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