Wintertime in Amsterdam (London to Amsterdam aboard the Viking Venus)

And London is almost a memory, dear reader. It is our last day here and we will be joining our fellow cruise travellers later today. I must say I have enjoyed our time here much more than I expected. I suspect we will be back if for no other reason than to visit Zoë en route to Scotland and Wales. Both countries are still on our list. Although I imagine we will be here at a warmer time of year. That said, the cold weather is easily endured with the right clothes.

The morning was unremarkable. Grey, light drizzle and hot, 10°. Well, comparatively hot for the time of day. Not that the temperature was going much higher, but it meant we could dispense with gloves and beanies. Breakfast today was at the Refectory at Southwark Cathedral. They serve the baked goods of Le Comptoir, one of the purveyors from the Borough Market next door. The bonus was it is a much more salubrious setting. Indoors, out of the wind.

Bridget Jones' house.

Sorry, meant to include this photo in the last post. Anyway, the door to Bridget Jones' house from the famed movie. Ah, no. I haven't seen it, but apparently everyone else has.

The Refectory

We weren't the first patrons of the day but the café chairs were still turned up against the tables. No problem. Order placed, coffee made we sat and enjoyed the triple shot long blacks. Until some random worker turned up. She waltzed in, placed a tray in the rack and, without removing her backpack or putting her bag down, proceeded to set the chairs right. What does that mean exactly? She righted every chair in the café by dragging the legs across the stone floor. It created quite a racket, to the extent where we had to stop talking to each other while her 'work' was in progress. Not sure what her job description was but after creating enough ruckus to raise the dead in the crypts below the Cathedral, she greeted a couple of other workers and then turned, headed outside and back onto the street, still in firm possession of the backpack and bag, never to be seen (or thankfully heard) again by us.

Just breaking up the text. I love the Shard.

The drizzle had increased slightly as we left so we detoured through the market. Out the other side it had lightened again and we walked the short distance back to the hotel to finish packing. There was some reorganisation to be done to accommodate Jayne's new snow boots and the other items we had purchased at Mountain Warehouse. Easily done. Bags packed.

The journey to Tilbury docks had seemed a little problematic because it involved some level of walking, bag dragging, and train changing and the weather was not being cooperative. However, as we were deciding how best to get to the docks, Uber sent me a 30% discount voucher. Too easy. Uber it is.

Uber

Ah Uber. So the original quote for the trip from the hotel to the passenger terminal in Tilbury was £68.25. The discount and the weather forecast of rain made the 30% discount an attractive proposition. It looked even more attractive on the day as the rain increased. The thought of lugging bags through the streets of London and the industrial dockside of Tilbury was not to be contemplated.

The car tuned up on time, we loaded the bags and drove from the shelter of the hotel driveway into the London traffic and rain. The driver ignoring the first couple of red lights indicated this would be an interesting journey. Although to be fair, dear reader, I'm not much of a passenger and much prefer to be behind the wheel.

The trip was supposed to take just over an hour and while admiring the black fungal spores all over the roof of the car I wondered how long I could hold my breath. However, it was the drive on the motorway that had me most on edge. Conditions had deteriorated significantly and there was no sign of slowing down to suit the intermittent torrential rain. I could see our driver continually glancing down at his lap. Curious behaviour I did not wish to speculate about. 

Jayne later cleared up what he was doing and I was glad I was ignorant at the time. He was watching a movie on his smartphone.

We reached the Tilbury dock area after an hour or so, whereupon he turned, against the obvious road sign directing us to the passenger terminal, into the industrial area. A brief conversation with a worker saw us turn around and head back to the main road.

With the Viking Venus in sight we entered a roundabout to see a huge blue sign stating No Entry Police access Only. Below in smaller print it permitted entry on legitimate grounds. Boarding a cruise ship moored at the dock seemed legitimate.

Inside the car park the signs were all for the other ship. We unpacked the car and bid Bilal farewell and headed for the shelter of the terminal. Viking staff were as rare as hen's teeth because they were all sheltering out of the rain. Sensible, but not helpful.

We were redirected to the Viking terminal after we dropped our bags, passed through security, collected our boarding passes and excursion tickets and went in search of our cabin. At some point in this search, my invoice from Uber arrived. It was not the £68.25 as promised but an eye watering £98.68.

The reasons provided were all spurious. The journey was longer than expected. We added more stops. We changed our destination. I complained. The end result? They refunded the difference between the charges plus £5 for the mouldy state of the car. No mention of watching a movie while driving.

Of course the refund was in Uber credits. Bastards. Still, I suppose it's a win.

The Viking Venus

The ship can accommodate 900 passengers. Somewhat larger than what we have experienced previously. It is a young ship having been commissioned in 2021 so everything looks and feels new. Finding our cabin proved a challenge so the offer of an orientation walk through was eagerly accepted. Judging by the number of other people who signed up, we weren't the only ones struggling to find things.

The deluxe verandah stateroom, I call it a cabin, is quite spacious. A king size bed, 42 inch TV, desk, 2 lounge chairs, coffee table, en suite and of course a balcony with table and chairs. I'm not sure how much use that will get once we get to Norway.

From the inside looking out.

We set sail at 5:45pm while we were sipping on a most delightful Tuscan Vermentino watching the rain continue to fall on the docks. There are four restaurants on board, the World Café, which happens to be on our level, is the casual dining venue. Jeans are permitted! How avante garde. They have a special menu of the day and regular pizza, sushi and grill options. We dined here. The sushi was good and the Vermentino followed us from the bar.

From the outside looking in. Realistic colours.

The staff are, naturally, delightfully friendly and aim to meet your every need. In some cases the needs are anticipated. I know that is how it is meant to be on a cruise such as this, but full marks to them. Harold, our steward, is from Jakarta and is away from his family for six months at a time.

Unpacking was interesting, especially since now was the time for releasing the vacuum bags so the clothes could be restored to their full size. Here's a before and after shot with my gloves there for size perspective. Quite amazing really.

After packing

Before packing

Amsterdam

We discussed the Amsterdam options with one of the customer service team. Our intention was to visit the Rijksmuseum but not with the Venus group. They were doing a canal cruise prior to the museum and we thought, having done the canals last time, we would use the extra time in the museum.

The rain returned. Amsterdam industrial area.

When we discovered we had to be back on board the ship by 1pm we decided to stay on board. When travel time was excluded we would have had 3 hours at the museum. Not enough for us. Besides domesticity and washing called.

The scene from our balcony. At least there is sunshine.

Those that ventured ashore had good weather. We experienced the first sunstained moments of sunshine since leaving home. Washing on, we adjourned to the lounge where we chatted with a couple of American/Kiwis. Academics from the University of Otago who have been in NZ for 20 years.

Today's title was too easy really. Wintertime in Amsterdam is an absolute classic from one of my favourite albums Richard Clapton's 1977 Goodbye Tiger. Technically today is the first day of spring, but let's not be picky.

The North Sea

Currently we are still in port at Amsterdam awaiting spare parts - whatever that means. We are also awaiting champagne which, disappointingly, has yet to be loaded. When we sail tonight we have two days at sea, which I'm certain will be interesting.

Until next time.