Skagway 11 July 2017

Dillon and Lou had duties on board this morning, so after breakfasting together I disembarked in the small town of Skagway.

The morning loomed cloudy and rainy, I donned my plastic bag poncho and walked the quarter mile into town. The place was packed with tourists, all trying to avoid the rain.  

Skagway is a quaint town with old style buildings, right out of a cowboy movie. I wandered around for an hour or so until Dillon and Lou joined me. We looked at a couple of tour options, but either the timing was wrong or the weather was a problem. But we did lunch at the infamous Red Onion Hotel. This hotel only spent 2 years as a brothel, and that's where it's fortune still lies. The waitresses are in character with dollar bills poking out of their bustier. We went on a short tour of the rooms upstairs and it was a very sad life that these girls had, and I feel sure that it often led to a very short life also.  

After a couple of purchases (one being pecan brittle) we ambled bag to the ship. I booked in a quick hot rock massage, which wasn't the greatest massage I have ever had but it wasn't terrible. I just didn't enjoy the hard sell on the products, AND she made me late to watch Two Many Chiefs. 

I have been starting each evening with a cocktail, so far I have had a piña colada, mojito, key lime pie, almond chocolate thing and an ultimate cooler. By far the key lime pie is my favourite. They only have one NZ wine on here and it is a Nobilo sav blanc. But I have also been enjoying a Pinot noir from somewhere or other. I don't have to ask by name anymore, they just bring it. Lou'ana wasn't familiar with the expression 'lush'. But that is definitely a way to describe me, sitting in the bar each night with my drink. 

Every evening as I sit and enjoy the music there are couples dancing. I marvel at how all of these people can ballroom dance so beautifully. This evening as I sat tapping my feet a young man, and I mean young, perhaps about 17 years old, asked me to dance. Of course I said yes, because it was a very brave thing for him to do, but I had to tell him that I didn't know how to dance. He replied that it didn't matter. So we waltzed around the small dance floor. It all came back through the haze of broken brain cells and I only mucked it up every 10 or so steps. I haven't see him since. It didn't help that I knew that the band would be all having a giggle, perhaps even a chortle. Maybe he was looking for a sugar mamma?