Had breakfast in the Lido, just for a change of pace, and talked about the day's itinerary. Decided to take shipboard pictures first, then do the other stuff.

Here's a entrance we saw a lot of during the trip: the doorway into the Piano Bar, just aft of the sports lounge on the starboard side.

Moving aft from the Piano Bar, we reach the Explorer's Lounge. The huge mural depicts a famous naval battle.

The Explorer's Lounge on the starboard side has a decent view of the ocean. Jill and I played cribbage here one day.

On the opposite side of the deck from the previous picture is the much larger Explorations Cafe. Here, computer desks look out over the Pacific.

With the laptop, we could sit wherever we wanted when downloading pictures and checking email, which often was on this couch toward the aft end of the Cafe.

It's not an Internet cafe without coffee. This is a view of the coffee bar in the Explorations Cafe. The iced Chai tea latte was tasty.

Every cruise ship has its casino. We spent very little time in this one, using it mostly as a shortcut between the atrium and the Cafe.

One of the shops along the perimeter of the atrium. This was the liquor store, but also carried drugstore-type sundries, for those people (like Mom) who forgot to pack their toothbrush.

The main focal point of the three-story atrium was this spiral glass sculpture. The brightly lit area at center right is the customer service desk.

The dolphin sculpture at the Lido pool. This view is looking aft toward the Lido restaurant

While snapping photos, ran into Mom and Dad at the Lido pool, having just finished their breakfast. Dad was tired, but was up and about and feeling better. We continued with the photo shoot and picked up some of the port-of-call pictures from the photo gallery before heading back to the room to start pre-packing. Jill popped out to check the half-off logo sale in the gift shop, and picked up her 'dam' mug that she'd been pining for during the cruise.

A view inside the Crow's Nest, looking more or less toward the port beam.

The wine bar, just off the atrium on the lower level.

A view along the atrium, middle level, looking aft (I think).

The Wajang Theater also doubles as the ship's Culinary Arts Center. Dad and I watched a cooking demonstration here, and Jill and I participate in the cooking class here the day before this picture was taken. Petr, the head chef of the Pinnacle Grill, demonstrates something while the Cruise Director, Tom, looks on from the right.

Here's a question for you: on a 20-day cruise, how does one know what day it is? Here's the answer. The floor mats in the elevators showed the day of the week, and were replaced daily about 11:45 p.m. We once got confused when we caught the elevator one night between 11:45 and midnight, but soon figured out what was going on.

I packed up my garment bag, since nothing in that would be needed for the rest of the trip, and we began sorting through the stack of paper (ship's mail) to select only those we wanted to keep, essentially the daily activities sheet and the daily menus.

Jill made a reservation for a massage at the spa, while Mom (who had stopped by the room to pick up Dad's missing cufflink we found) and I decided to meet up for "Dutch High Tea" in the dining room at 3:15.

While Jill napped, I headed down to the library and found and empty seat, and listened to music until time for the tea. Dad was up and joined us, but I found the tea to be less than satisfying. With the ship still in "code red," each little tidbit had to be served to us, and there weren't enough servers to keep the line moving. The choice was either wait for a server to pick up the piece you wanted, or just keep moving and hope to have enough to eat by the time you got to the end of the line. On top of that, the two hot dishes were tepid, and the wait staff was inattentive at the table. Certainly not what we were used to with Agus and Gatot. But, I figured I could make up the difference at the Crow's Nest in the evening.

Next thing was to exchange some 20s for 10s at the front desk, after which I ran into Jill and the Cam Loops gals in the atrium. I went back to the room and showered, and by the time I'd finished, both Jill and the laundry were back. We packed, not because we had to but because it gave us more flexibility on Friday. Packing, being much like working, generated quite a thirst, so we were forced to finish off the bottle of Rob's merlot to help us through the ordeal. Besides, that meant one less thing to pack (which, as it turned out, was a necessity). Once that was done, we headed up the Crow's Nest for our last happy hour. From there to dinner, where we took pictures of our table stewards, and then found our usual seats at the piano bar.

At dinner, we get a shot of Mom and Dad with our busboy, Gatot (at left) and our waiter, Agus.

Another interior shot, this one along a passageway leading from the Rotterdam Dining Room

Randall, it being the last day for us and several other regulars, kicked it up a notch, changing even the alternate lyrics to something more risque than usual.

Randall, during our last night in the Piano Bar, as seen from our "usual" seats.

Had much fun, and felt like we were saying goodbye to family when we left. Up to the room for our last night aboard.