QE2: The Final Voyage - 2009 - 6/10
Limited audience for this. Documentary about the final trip of the Cunard liner, QE2.
History - highlights - final run from Southampton to Dubai, interspersed with passenger recollections.
“Limited audience” is a bit fuzzy, though, as the doc states that over a million people have sailed the vessel.
Likely millions more have cruised from port to port.
Belated souvenir for those who walked the Queen Elizabeth 2 gangplank.
Perhaps of interest for those who wonder what the “posh boat” was about.
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I was actually one of those million souls, who sailed the QE2.
For our 20th anniversary, I booked passage, managing to keep it a secret from Zelda.
Our cabin, barely above the water line, was minuscule and barely within our financial means.
I paid extra for a porthole, which, owing to extremely rough seas, was sealed with a steel plate for the duration.
Unlike cruise ships, dinner was black tie, tux or suits for men, gowns for women.
Dinner was also 6:00 PM or 8:00 PM. Period.
When I advised the agent we would prefer 6:00, he adamantly opposed.
“What’s so bad about 6:00?” I asked. - - “Wheelchairs and walkers.” - - Dinner at 8:00 it was.
By sheer luck, the trip was movie themed. Telluride honchos brought a dozen not-yet-released films.
Speakers included Peter Bogdanovich, Ken Burns, Roger Ebert, Paul Schrader, Chuck Jones.
You could catch lectures or simply share a private conversation in one of the many pubs.
The North Atlantic was rough, the ship groaned and shuddered most of the crossing.
Numerous passengers were seasick.
One of our dinner companions was a young Air Force officer. One evening he confessed that while jogging on rain soaked decks, he had slipped and had almost slid overboard. None would have noticed his disappearance.
Intrigued, we asked our guest officer if this had ever happened. He smiled and gestured indifferently.
“How soon before anyone realized?” Zelda pressed.
The officer gingerly wiped his mouth with his napkin. “It would be altogether rude of a guest to leave unannounced,” he smiled. “Terribly poor manners.”
For our 25th anniversary, we sailed again. I booked an interior room and paid a quarter of what I had before.
We were seasoned travelers by then, also less wide-eyed.
We noticed, while the QE2 was still the same, the vibe was different.
Carnival had purchased the line, and crustier Brits commented about slipping standards.
No Telluride theme, no famous speakers. Instead of ships officers, our dinner table included a blustery Teamster who always got red-faced drunk before he arrived.
Hard to blame new ownership. You could visit Vegas twice, each stay would differ.
Nonetheless, both were magical trips, which I never regretted spending money on.
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