Talk to Sydneysiders and it’s clear that it generates mixed reactions; cities are never finished, just ask your average Parisian. Then again, cities can leverage any natural beauty that they have inherited to present a fresh and sometimes even rejuvenated appearance. Sydney still has its Opera House and its Harbor Bridge, but as for everything else, well, the best that I can say is that it’s evolved. On the other hand, much of the charm that was Sydney in the 1980s is disappearing behind glass and concrete.
If London is undergoing a rapid transformation with
multiple skyscrapers looking more like household appliances, Sydney’s reach for
the sky is a little more organic. There is a certain symmetry developing even
as the heights of these buildings continue to spread north of Sydney’s
Centrepoint Tower, but what impresses most is that color is returning to the
skyline. Not just sandstone facades but real colors and the impact recent
changes in architecture are having is inescapable.
Like a once great performer with a whole lot of new makeup liberally applied, Sydney always makes a stunning entry whenever it comes into view. All the structures that makes Sydney great can still be seen but the overall presentation is now a mix of traditional with modern and for all its quirks, to someone who has been absent from the city as long as I have, it’s still magical. And it all seems to work! As for the now pristine harbor, a deep blue under clear skies, there is no escaping its ability to contribute yet another color to the saturated canvass unfolding before you as you begin taking in the full vista that is Sydney.
Prior to departing for New Zealand we had ample time for breakfast alongside Circular Quay with no fear that our ship would sail without us. For this cruise, we had a balcony cabin on the Lido deck, 16 levels above the water line, with no other cabins above us. Knowing full well we would be sailing out into the Tasman Sea at a time when the weather can be very unpredictable, I have to admit, I was a little curious about how this vessel would fair. With something like 19 stories above the water but only 8 meters down to the keel, it was a modern-day, flat-bottomed, floating hotel. Ouch!
Turned out it managed the medium swell we encountered
with little fuss and it was more or less smooth sailing for the entire voyage.
Even though summer is about to arrive, all too often we forget the southern
latitudes New Zealand occupies and the weather is not only unsettled at times,
but plain cold. As of this sailing, our ship, the Majestic Princess, is the
biggest cruise ship in the Princess fleet but leaving Sydney Harbor, we caught
sight of another ship that looked familiar and it turned out to be the former
Princess cruise line’s biggest ship, the Sea Princess.
Times have changed and after two days at sea, we passed
the Sea Princess, that is now part of P&O and based in Australia, but with
the itinerary we had in New Zealand, we passed it a couple more times before we
returned to Sydney. While Sea Princess was about 800 feet long carrying 2,000 passengers
and with a gross tonnage of 77,000 tons, by way of comparison, Majestic
Princess was over 1,000 feet long, carried 3,500 passengers (with another 1,500
as crew) and has a gross tonnage almost twice as much, 145,000 tons.
WiFi connections were good even with as many passengers and crew as there were on board. However, Princess changed the protocol from previous cruises to a more complex sign-off process catching many folks unaware, including me. Although Princess gives returning passengers a reasonable amount of free WiFi access, it is instantly chewed up if you don’t follow the sign-off protocol. One of the longest lines we encountered on the ship was the line winding its way to the Internet Café to complain bitterly of all the free minutes lost by nearly everyone onboard. Sure hope that Princess addresses this proactively, but if your plans call for a Princess cruise any time soon, be warned ahead of time. Read the instructions!
WiFi connections were good even with as many passengers and crew as there were on board. However, Princess changed the protocol from previous cruises to a more complex sign-off process catching many folks unaware, including me. Although Princess gives returning passengers a reasonable amount of free WiFi access, it is instantly chewed up if you don’t follow the sign-off protocol. One of the longest lines we encountered on the ship was the line winding its way to the Internet Café to complain bitterly of all the free minutes lost by nearly everyone onboard. Sure hope that Princess addresses this proactively, but if your plans call for a Princess cruise any time soon, be warned ahead of time. Read the instructions!
On the other hand, one of the more pleasant offerings
Princess provides, where there are no lines involved, is the private dining
opportunity you can reserve for a five course dinner – with cocktails and
champagne – on your suite’s balcony. Being 16 decks above the waterline, our
dining experience was spectacular and something Margo and I strongly recommend
to anyone planning a voyage on these new “Royal-Class” of Princess Ships –
Royal Princess, Regal Princess, and now, Majestic Princess. As it was, not only
did we pick the right day when seas were calm and the skies clear of rain
squalls but the soft, late afternoon light, provided all the ambiance we
needed!
As for being inside the
ship, the major drawcard continues to be the three level piazza, where numerous
bars and casual dining areas are easily accessed. As is the International Café
that I frequent, in the wee hours of the morning, to catch up on work over a
cappuccino and a fresh croissant! I am often asked about the difficulties of
working from the ship and after a couple of trips out to sea this year I can
honestly report that in today’s
“everything connected, everything computes” world we live in, it’s now just
another remote location with very few downsides when compared to my other
remote location in Windsor, Colorado.
On the other hand, I am much closer to a variety of
restaurants and when the ship pulls into port, there are even more restaurants
to choose from – while in Wellington, after chatting with folks we know, it was
time to head to a Belgium restaurant for fresh New Zealand muscles and good
Belgium beer. I have to say, I am a fan of Sydney rock oysters but at a couple
of stops, we have tried the local fare and they are acceptable. Just as good?
Not to my palate, mind you, but very close. On the other hand, it’s hard to
turn away any dairy products, be it butter or cream, as they are simply
unsurpassed by anything else we have tasted. Ever!
The one item that did surprise us was that while in Tauranga, reunited with a business colleague we have known for more than a decade, we were driven into a forest of Redwoods that had been brought to New Zealand in the early 1900s, now a tribute to the Forestry men and women who perished in both world wars. These redwoods have thrived. Even though only a hundred years old and centuries in front of them, they looked spectacular and as we walked a trail, I was half expecting to encounter a bear or an elk. What was a little different from those forests in California we know so well were the sulfur hot springs that bubbled to the surface to feed small streams. But then again, we were walking in the shaky isles where the landscape continues to be redefined on a regular basis.
The one item that did surprise us was that while in Tauranga, reunited with a business colleague we have known for more than a decade, we were driven into a forest of Redwoods that had been brought to New Zealand in the early 1900s, now a tribute to the Forestry men and women who perished in both world wars. These redwoods have thrived. Even though only a hundred years old and centuries in front of them, they looked spectacular and as we walked a trail, I was half expecting to encounter a bear or an elk. What was a little different from those forests in California we know so well were the sulfur hot springs that bubbled to the surface to feed small streams. But then again, we were walking in the shaky isles where the landscape continues to be redefined on a regular basis.
For
a very long time I was a sailor. My first career change took me from Wollongong
to Sydney to work for the container shipping division of P&O – Overseas
Containers Limited (OCL). At the same time, I was crewing on a Peter Cole 40
foot fractional-rigged sloop as its sole for’ard hand. Sailing out of Middle
Harbor Yacht Club we managed to put in enough races over the course of a long
season to win the division one title a couple of years in a row.
I was reminded of this when spending time with my brother, Greg. At one point prior to my departure to the US, I gave serious consideration to buying a famous yacht, Inch by Winch. I was working for Nixdorf Computers and was a friend of a mate of Joe Goddard Jr., who thought I would be the perfect “next owner” of this yacht as, you see, in a previous Sydney to Hobart yacht race, it suffered serious internal structural damage. For just Aus$100,000 it could be all yours! What a deal – so I took it out for a test sail and took with me, my brother who I put to work on a coffee-grinder winch. Ouch – he threw his shoulder out in a big way and to this day, he still winces and casts an eye in my direction. Thanks, brother! And no, I elected not to buy the yacht and that is perhaps one decision I regret to this day.
I was reminded of this when spending time with my brother, Greg. At one point prior to my departure to the US, I gave serious consideration to buying a famous yacht, Inch by Winch. I was working for Nixdorf Computers and was a friend of a mate of Joe Goddard Jr., who thought I would be the perfect “next owner” of this yacht as, you see, in a previous Sydney to Hobart yacht race, it suffered serious internal structural damage. For just Aus$100,000 it could be all yours! What a deal – so I took it out for a test sail and took with me, my brother who I put to work on a coffee-grinder winch. Ouch – he threw his shoulder out in a big way and to this day, he still winces and casts an eye in my direction. Thanks, brother! And no, I elected not to buy the yacht and that is perhaps one decision I regret to this day.
That
was so long ago. Another lifetime, really! But as we headed for dinner the
other night and I caught a glimpse of the harbor we would be leaving behind, it
all came back. Margo’s and my reluctance to fly anywhere when we can help it is
now very well documented and it will not be the last time we catch a ship
instead of a plane. But to date, the most pleasurable aspect of this working
BizCation has been reconnecting with so many of my former business colleagues,
and in a way, Margo has been given an “education” into much of my life back
here in Sydney during the turbulent days that were the crazy 1980s.
The world of IT is definitely not as much fun as it once was but then again, I still recall the last line of code I wrote back in 1979. It was June of that year and I was installing software at the Reserve Bank of Australia in Martin Place and I was adding function to VTAM (or was that BTAM?), a networking protocol typical of mainframes of the day. But just as with sailing, writing code is something I left behind a long time ago. Perhaps it’s time too to think about how much longer I throw cars around a race track? Maybe not yet – but as that time approaches, look for another post. For now, all I can hear are the lines from that Rod Stewart song from the 1980s:
I am sailing
I am sailing
Home again
'Cross the sea
The world of IT is definitely not as much fun as it once was but then again, I still recall the last line of code I wrote back in 1979. It was June of that year and I was installing software at the Reserve Bank of Australia in Martin Place and I was adding function to VTAM (or was that BTAM?), a networking protocol typical of mainframes of the day. But just as with sailing, writing code is something I left behind a long time ago. Perhaps it’s time too to think about how much longer I throw cars around a race track? Maybe not yet – but as that time approaches, look for another post. For now, all I can hear are the lines from that Rod Stewart song from the 1980s:
I am sailing
I am sailing
Home again
'Cross the sea
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