A copy of two posts into one from several years ago.
My views are still the same, While l can never forgive Cunard for selling QE2, l perhaps should be thanking them, for if it hadnt been for that l wouldnt have discovered my new found joy of the glorious West coast of America and my new style holidays. The only trouble is, the blasted luggage, on QE2 you pack what you think you might need, and thats something l can never change. The new ships of Cunard hold zero interest.
But my eternal thanks to Michael, it was a day l dreaded, l never really expected it, but to be given the chance of a final few hours onboard my QE2 was something i will be and am forever thankfully . The way l departed QE2 was quick,l liken it to the olden days of having a tooth removed , your punched in the face to dull the pain, and before you know it, its all over, However a tap on the shoulder and lm told its time to go, no long goodbyes, no bon voyage greetings to friends , down from the yacht club and out through the midships lobby, l remember walking along with Robert Lloyd the artist, who must have thought who is this bumbling bag of tears, and before l knew it back in the QEII terminal some 22 years since l first embarked . then the long walk out of the docks to join RedJet 4 to escort QE2 down Southampton water.
Whatever the future holds for QE2, l do wish her well, it wont be the QE2 that l know and l have no wish to see her in her new incarnation , in whatever form it takes.
I was very fortunate in that a few hours onboard allowed a chance to say goodbye to a few crew and oddly enough l saw my very first cabin 4028 from 1986 it hadnt changed much but oh boy the memories of the years inbetween.
The day never really went how l imagined it would. A quick jaunt over to the Isle of Wight to see a QE2 friend for a QE2 toast then managed to see the Harrier Jump jet salute. Boarding via the crew gangway provided a rare change to see behind the scenes and observe QE2 close up in an area you wouldnt normally get to.
l never did get my final walk on the deck outside. A bite of Afternoon tea and some time of solitude in a quiet corner of the Queens Room. But each and every minute was very precious and then when in the Yacht club speaking with two dear friends the tap on the shoulder came to signal time to go . That was it l was on the quayside within minutes... Michael looking back that was the easiest way for me ,You very cruel, BUT so very kind
no longing goodbyes, downs the stairs and off within minutes.
Cant believe l walked all the way upto the red jet terminal and boarded red jet 4 to see her safely away After that ended l somehow ended up in a salsa bar with a couple of QE2 friends and then missed the last train to London and ended up staying overnight with a long term lady friend before heading upto London to check out of the hotel and for the flight back home.
Like l say it was a funny old day seeing QE2 for the last time, but l was extremely lucky to be given the chance to do it. And for me it was something l couldnt put a value on.
While l can never forgive Cunard for selling QE2, l perhaps should be thanking them, for if it hadnt been for that l wouldnt have discovered my new found joy of the glorious West coast of America and my new style holidays. The only trouble is, the blasted luggage, on QE2 you pack what you think you might need, and thats something l can never change.
So thats my Last QE2 day...what about everyone else..?