As we head north from Aruba the temperatures remain in the upper 70's. With the wind on our stern there is little breeze on the decks or balconies.
Every voyage brings a new experience. In the elevator on my way to Central Park the elevator stops at deck 8 but the doors won't open. Push the door open button, still no response. Try a different floor. Still no movement.
No panic. Its not like the elevator is falling. Eventually the elevator continues to deck 9. I exit, relay the issue to the staff and take the stairs down to 8.
Probably 15 minutes later while walking past the elevators the same elevator is at deck 8 with passengers unable to open the door. After 16 years The Oasis is beginning to show her age.
During the night the winds shift to the north and the temperature begins to drop.
On day 7 fewer people are at the pool but the sun remains bright.
The usual choice of trivia, shop sales, and classes like animal towel folding. We enjoy New Orleans Jazz on the boardwalk as young children play all sorts of games, eat cupcakes, popcorn, and hotdogs in a carnival atmosphere.
I've made a conscious effort to avoid writing about the obnoxious people in our society today, but I will digress for a few paragraphs. We decided to grab a bite in the suites lounge instead of having breakfast in chops.
They have two excellent coffee machines that grind and make your coffee to order. More to the point it also makes hot chocolate with hot milk or water, whichever you prefer. Fruits, pastries, and other goodies are availble to eat.
For most of the morning the lounge was quite empty. Then a woman came in and took a table near the entrance facing everyone else in the room. Placed earphones over her head and made what I presume to be a video call with someone. So what you may ask? Well with earphones she had no idea how loud she was talking. Everyone could hear nothing except her complaining abour her father, how bad a person her sister was, and how as soon as she got home she was going to talk to the warden. It wasn't clear which type of warden, and it doesn't matter. No one else cared. Now hearing this once would have been bad enough, but she was one of those people that kept repeating everything over and over. Forget how irritated she made the other guests in the lounge, what about the poor person on the other end.
Tonight is lobster night, probably the busiest night for the dining room staff. We ask our servers to help us be finished in time for the 8:30 production show. They do a good job and we make the show with 10 minutes to spare.
The show, One Sky is good. After the show we have short break and then two comedians. I felt the one was OK, the other not. Not being a fan of comedians its ok.
Tomorrow we are at Coco Cay. Two days ago the seas were too rough and the winds too high for ships to dock. We will see what the morning brings.