Disembarkation follows a set pattern, one that we're all too familiar with.

We were up early enough that we could shower and dress and grab some breakfast, having laid out our "travel" clothes the night before. Packed the carry-on bags while scouring the stateroom to make sure that we hadn't left anything behind. We'd each received a printout of our room bill listing all on-board purchases plus daily gratuities--a not-so-gentle reminder that we were about to rejoin the "real" world. Ouch. We'd also been given our colored tags, as the disembarkation sequence is based on flight and--if applicable--excursion times. Our tags were 'black two,' which we figured meant a later group, as our flight wasn't until early afternoon.

We relaxed in the stateroom and listened to the inevitable messages over ship's comm telling people to please stay away from the exit gangway and surrounding areas until their tag was called. I don't know why people don't listen, but we came with several creative ways to deal with such miscreants, if we ever ran the cruise line.

The "disbark" process must have been efficient, for they called black-two earlier than we expected. Picked up our gear, said good-bye to our "home," and made our way down to the lower deck and were scanned off the ship for the last time. We boarded a bus on the pier, and were soon on our way to Copenhagen International Airport, which is on the coast just south of the city.

Thus endeth the Baltic Adventure Cruise, for all intents and purposes. Getting home was another story entirely, and can be found under the Next Day link, for those who prefer a little more conflict and drama in their travelogues. If not, our tale ends here. Thanks for reading.