SYDNEY/KIWI ADVENTURE-3: Waitomo to Auckland to Queenstown

As I was gazing out the windows of my coach that was driving me from the tiny village of Waitomo up to Auckland there was one thing I couldn't shake from my mind. I simply could not get over how much New Zealand's rolling green hills and abundant cows and sheep (especially sheep for there are far more sheep than humans in Kiwi land) reminded me of the quaint British countryside. Of course the fact that the weather was lovely and the people extremely friendly and cheerful was a constant reminder that I'm not back in the woefully dismal "Blighty", but I was still surprised at the similarities between the scenery of the two countries. At least I was until I reached the south island alpine paradise known as Queenstown (see above photo)

To reach Queenstown however I would have to get back to Auckland first and then take a two hour flight from the airport. As I left Waitomo the weather was beautiful but as we started to approach Auckland I noticed grey clouds starting to creep in. As the coach dropped me off right in front of my hostel it was pouring down with rain. "How very British" I thought as I sojourned to the local bar for a few drinks, it's wet and cold, a stark contrast to the scorching hot Auckland of yesterday. But that's what New Zealand is like, prone to severely contrasting weather. I must have jinxed it when I made my little comment about it not being very British to have good weather!

As I boarded my flight in Auckland it was still raining. However there was a light at the end of the tunnel. Our pilot informed us all that the weather in Queenstown was quite pleasant, with only mild cloud cover. Sadly by the time we got there it was even more wet and cold than Auckland! Once again the swiftly changing weather proved to be working against me. I checked in to my hostel and wondered what I was going to do for the rest of the day (being only around 5:30pm). It was still plainly obvious to me however that Queenstown is not even remotely like the rolling green pastures of the Waitomo are and most certainly not at all like Britain. It's scenery was more reminiscent of sights such as the Norwegian fjords or Alaska. Since the forecast for the rest of the week was looking more favourable I was sure to not let the bad weather get me down.

I signed in to my room, an 8 bed dorm to find that my other roommates were all young attractive females. This might sound like a very welcoming situation to find oneself but it really wasn't quite as wonderful as it sounds. Clearly I was the only male crashing a room that previously only consisted of women. The sight of a slightly tired, sweaty, unshaven and rain sodden bloke tramping into their domain was enough to warrant some looks that were cold enough to kill. Having several beautiful women cast derisive looks of contempt at me that might well have been strong enough to burn through my very skull was not the loveliest experience I've had in the time I've been here! Was I not to staggeringly incompetent at chatting up members of the opposite sex I might have been able to turn the situation to my advantage (sharing with several hot girls, sounds good to me) but all I could get out of them was admissions of where they were from. That's more than I would expect though, seeing as how I am someone with the sexual magnetism and charm of a used tea-bag.

Things got better though as after searching around town for a while I noticed that the rain was starting to subside and the clouds were slowly parting from around the mountains. As I saw the snow capped peaks around me slowly reveal themselves I was treated to a wonderful sight, one that I decided I wanted to see from a better angle. Wasting no time I rushed to the cable car station and bought a ticket for the ride up. I got there just in time for some spectacular photographs of the clouds washing away, the rain well and truly gone for the day. I ambulated around the area for an hour or so before returning to town.

So it seemed to be a rather sedate day in a place that's primarily geared towards satisfying the insatiable appetite of adrenaline junkies (like myself). Kiwis can proudly boast that Queenstown is the thrill seeker's capital of the country and quite frankly it wouldn't be at all audacious to postulate that it's the adrenaline capital of the entire world. After all it's quite possible to do just about all kinds of dangerous, exciting, thrilling, fast, reckless or irresponsible activities that all but the most suicidal of adventure seeking lemming-esque nutters could possibly desire. Paragliding, skydiving, bungy jumping, 400 foot high swings, whitewater rafting, extreme mountain biking, acrobatic flights and so much more that it can (and does) fill an entire book sized brochure.

But all in good time I say. I'm here for more than a week and I anticipate that I will be completing any number of insane death defying passtimes and prattling on endlessly about them on this blog. Until then I'm off to the bar to have a few pints and see if I can interact with some of my fellow backpackers in a more favourable way that my previous encounter.

SYDNEY/KIWI ADVENTURE-2: Waitomo Caves Adventure

Well I just finished doing what was known as the "Black Abyss" tour with the Black Water Rafting tour company. Black water rafting is basically underground rafting, although one could argue that technically a rubber inflatable tube isn't really a raft, but lets not get too pedantic since I had such a wonderful time.

For those of you who haven't heard about the Waitomo Caves, they are located about 2 hours away from Auckland and are a popular destination for both thrill seekers and tourists who want a more laid back sightseeing experience. One of the most interesting sights to be seen in the Waitomo Caves is the subterranean dwelling creature known as the "glow worm". To get overly technical again, it's not actually a worm but really the larval stage of an winged insect. What makes these creatures particularly fascinating is the fact that they gather in the tens of thousands on the roofs of caves, creating a spectacular lighting display that's almost like looking at hundreds of light blue Christmas lights.

For those who want a more subdued experience, it is possible to enter the caves slowly and quietly on a rowing boat and admire the sights. People wanting to see the beautiful rock formations and stalactites/stalagmites can also enter another cave system which is well lit with ambient lighting.

But for those who are looking for adventure, go on the Back Abyss tour! It's a 5 hour epic journey through the pitch black and endless underground cave system that incorporates abseiling, a flying-fox/zip-line, rock climbing, swimming and rafting (well, rafting on a rubber tube!) After getting geared up in our wetsuits we went through some brief abseiling training before descending into the world below. Abseiling is fun great fun because you are the one in control. You're not being winched down by somebody else, you're gradually lowering yourself in a controlled descent. Most people start slow at first then as they gain confidence it's possible to speed up the descent. Our guides were dropping down at record speeds of course!

After the abseiling was a quick trip on a flying-fox (or zip-line if you're from North America) in total darkness. After that we were handed our rubber tubes and had to take a leap of faith into cold water. After plummeting into the unforgiving cold water we began to paddle along an underground river. The water seemed bloody freezing at first but after a while we began to warm up. We rafted for quite a distance with the only light source down there being our head mounted lamps. After traveling for some time we all turned off our lights and continued floating along with the "glow worms" up above being our only light source. Our guides suggested we try singing since the acoustics were really great so our Scottish companions started with "500 miles" by the Proclaimers!

We later emerged from the water to discard our rubber tubes and continued through the underground river, alternating between wading through shallow sections and swimming through the deeper ones. When we were approaching the end of our tour we were given the option of turning left and taking the easy way out or turning right and going the hard way. Of course we all unanimously agreed that the hard path would be more fun. At this point we were expected to climb up some pretty treacherous and steep paths which all had water running down them! Basically we were working against the current, climbing upstream so we had to climb against the force of several small waterfalls. All I can say is don't try this unless you're extremely agile! What made it more difficult is the fact that wearing a tight rubber wetsuit can really restrict your movement! Still we made it in the end and were treated to the welcoming glare of daylight, ascending back into the sunlight and warmth. We were treated to hot soup and bagels back at the tour headquarters before we parted ways and headed home. In my case, home was a lovely little place called the Kiwi Paka Lodge, a really beautiful and well equipped hostel. Before turning in for the night I went to the local bar and had a few pints with some other backpackers who were also staying in the area.

So there you have it! A very spectacular adventure tour in New Zealand and sure to be the first of many. Keep an eye out for all sorts of other crazy things that I'll be doing and subsequently posting in this journal. Next stop: Queenstown, adventure capital of New Zealand and possibly even the world!

Triumphant return to daylight!

SYDNEY/KIWI ADVENTURE-1: Introduction

Well I just signed off the Sun Princess to take some local leave in Sydney with my good friend Rob. For those of you who don't know what local leave is: when you sign off a cruise ship you have the option of having the company delay your flight home (which is paid for) by however long you wish so that you can stay in the country that you finish in. In this case I've signed off in Sydney in order to take a 2 week adventure holiday in New Zealand before returning to Sydney for another week. After all that I'm returning to the abject misery that is British winter weather.

First of all I'm planning to stay in Auckland for a few days and my itinerary includes a tour of the spectacular Waitomo Caves, where I'll be doing abseiling, rock climbing, blackwater rafting (which is whitewater rafting but underground!) and a tour of the glow-worm caves. Then it's off to Queenstown where I'll be Bungy Jumping, whitewater rafting, parasailing and any other crazy things that I care to think of at the time. Then I'm returning to Sydney and staying there for a week before I fly home for Christmas.

Can't wait! Keep an eye out for some updates in the near future.

SUN PRINCESS-4: Hedonism and Indolence in Fiji

The last four days in Fiji have been an exercises in complete and total self indulgence, with the hardest decisions I've had to make being along the lines of "which paradise beach resort should we go to today?" or "should I get another beer or a margarita?". The Fijian islands have no shortage of idyllic beachfront holiday resorts that a cruise ship crewmember with too much time on his hands can really enjoy spending the whole day at, vegetating on the beach for hours on end, lying in a hammock or just sipping cocktails until it's time to go back to the ship.

In this order we've visited Savu Savu, Suva, Lautoka and Dravuni Island. The first three are all what I've come to expect from a South Pacific tropical island (ie. utterly sublime) and there has been no shortage of spectacular beaches to spend all day lounging around on. However, the fourth stop: Dravuni Island, is something else altogether.

Dravuni Island really is the closest I've ever been to setting foot on a true desert island. It's less than one mile long and about a few hundred feet wide. Roughly 150 Fijian natives live on board this perfect little island and I can certainly think of worse places to live (such as everywhere else). I have to admit that there really is something egregiously wrong about a tiny 200 person island being overrun by a cruise ship full of almost 3000 passengers and crew. The locals seemed happy enough to sell us food and drink as well as souvenirs but I'll bet they're glad that ships don't come around and crash their party very often. We've only been here three times in the eight months I've been working on the ship and there aren't that many other ships in the region.

Now if you've read my introduction to this journal then you might recall me saying that I wouldn't necessarily update it when all I've been doing is vegetating on the beach all day. Well I'm sticking to that because the main reason I wrote this entry is because me and some of my band buddies have been getting a bit more kayaking done recently. In the last update I mentioned that my cabin mate Carl (our band pianist) had come up with the genius idea of purchasing an inflatable kayak. This marvellous device can be packed to a manageable size and carried around with relative ease and yet it's surprisingly stable and fast, especially when you consider that it's mostly full of air. Having broken it in while in French Polynesia we took it for a couple of test runs in both Suva and Dravuni island. For Suva we were staying at yet another perfect little beach resort but we decided to get some exercises in and so me and Wieland (our drummer) rented a two person Kayak while Carl followed in his own. We actually managed to paddle a good distance down the beach far enough to reach a completely different resort so we went in for a quick pint before returning to our original beach.



Dravuni island was the most spectacular day for me though. Me and Carl took turns kayaking and snorkeling. Once again, I'm still waiting on my underwater camera photos but I should have them soon. The snorkeling around Dravuni island is amazing, almost as spectacular as the Great Barrier Reef. The water was so clear that it was even possible to see coral formations and fish from the Kayak.

One problem we faced was that the water was so shallow that one of us had to act as a spotter using our mask and snorkel whilst the other paddles along slowly behind with the kayak. Leading Carl out through the narrow rock formations like an air traffic controller we finally made it out into the deeper waters and spent some time cruising around. When the time came to swap places we decided to see if we could successfully change places without returning to shallow waters. Mounting a normal kayak in deep water is tricky enough (I've tried it before) but mounting an inflatable one is even harder, due to it's tendency to buckle or capsize when you put all of your weight on a particular part. Eventually we figured out a system whereby one of us would tread water and hold the kayak steady, making sure to support the base of it, while the other mounted it. I managed to get on board although I ended up flooding the bloody thing with more water than I would have liked to! After scooping the excess water out we were on our merry way. When it was time to return I followed Carl as he led me in through the shallows.

So there you have it, that's what I do all day long when I'm in this corner of the world. When my underwater camera photos are developed I'll post some of the best ones up here so keep an eye out for that. Until then I'll just leave you with my sarcastic cruise ship motto: "It's a tough job but someone has to do it!"

SUN PRINCESS-3: French Polynesia - Hiking, Kayaking, 4x4s and Cross Dressing

Aah French Polynesia! My new favourite tropical destination in the world, usurper of Hawaii which has now been downgraded to number 2. Other than the cost of going there, everything is perfect about the place. Although I didn't even think it possible, the scenery is even more staggeringly beautiful than the aforementioned North Pacific island cluster of Hawaii. For the last four days (Oct. 31st to Nov. 3rd) we've been cruising around these idyllic islands gawping at the sublime landscape, the incredible beaches, the perfectly formed lagoons. Of course I'd been there a few months prior to now on the same ship but I could never get tired of the place.

But before I get to that, some of you may be wondering why the phrase "cross dressing" was included in the chapter title. Or perhaps you have already spotted the utterly absurd looking photograph of the band dressed in a slightly ...unorthodox, to say the least, manner!

Yes, I don't know how in the bloody hell I got talked into it but Johnny the bandmaster suggested that we would all dress up in drag for Halloween! Most of us agreed and we were able to borrow some hilarious wigs and bright flowery sarongs to assist us in making complete and total arseholes of ourselves. 4 out of 7 of us turned up to the gig as we were in the photograph. It turned out that Johnny chickened out at the last second (COWARD!) and seemed content to simply be dressed as a cowboy for the remainder of the evening instead of a transvestite! The remaining 2 band members apparently didn't get the memo and were in their normal all black outfits! So we performed dressed as we were, much to the amusement of the audience. Then we (the 4 drag queens) went up to have some food at the passenger buffet, drawing some very strange looks from fellow crew members and from passengers in the process.

It was an amusing night but I just can't get over how much I looked like my own mother! To those of you out there who are lucky enough to know my delightful mum: cast your mind back to when she was younger and see if you can spot the similarities!

Of course you might ask yourself, what the buggery bollocks does this has to do with French Polynesia. Well a couple of things actually. Firstly we dressed up on the day of our first stop there, in Raiatea to be precise. Secondly, there is a somewhat unusual tradition in Polynesia where the 3rd born male of every family is raised as a girl. They are given a girl's name, treated like a girl, dressed like a girl and for all intents and purposes, they are a girl, until that fateful time when things heat up in the bedroom and someone gets a very nasty surprise! I'm not quite sure what the purpose of this strange practice is but all I can say is watch out if you're a man and you're going out for a drink at night with the intention of meeting a beautiful Tahitian girl!



To backtrack to the main purpose of this chapter, our experience in French Polynesia, lets start with Raiatea. Me & the chaps in the band spent most of the day lounging around on the beach and snorkeling. Since I still haven't gotten my film roll developed you'll just have to make do with this satellite photograph of Raitea (the bottom island) and Tahaa (the top island). Our primary goal that day was actually to rent a boat and go around the islands but by the time we arrived at the rental place it was too late. We consoled ourselves by picking some fresh mangoes off a tree by the road and then we sojourned to a small beach for a quick dip in the water.






Next stop was Papeete, a town on the island of Tahiti. We had no work to do that day and a late night (until 3am) before we had to be back on board so a few of us went out and began to wander around town. We soon realised that we had arrived on a public holiday and so the entire town was literally deserted. Nothing was open and we could barely find anything to do so we began to wander towards the hills which we had spotted as soon as we stepped foot off the ship (take a look at the above photo). We hiked up to a small lookout point on a hill and took in the view before heading further into the Tahitian jungle. After walking for some time we were surprised to come across a tiny little wooden chapel in the middle of nowhere, build by a solitary gentleman who lived away from civilisation and out in the jungle. Thanks to some translation by my multi-lingual roommate Carl, we got some information about the area from him and he even showed us around the forest for a while. Satisfied and tired, we returned to the ship in the evening and rested momentarily before heading out again to find some food. We abandoned the idea of going out for a drink at night (mainly because of the exorbitant price of alcohol in French Polynesia) and bought some delicious crepes. All in all a satisfying, and above all, cheap day.


After Papeete was Moorea. I managed to acquire a free tour ticket: a safari around the fantastic island of Moorea. It's a beautiful island with spectacular volcanic mountain scenery that is really a paradise for hikers. Had I more time there I would have gladly scaled one of the peaks but I was perfectly content to embark on my free jeep safari tour. First stop was one of the smaller mountain peaks where I was able to take the above panoramic photograph. Then we toured around various other scenic viewpoints and even visited a large farm where many of French Polynesia's tropical fruits are grown.





It seems that in this case, the best was saved for last: Bora Bora. Paradise on earth, the most beautiful island on the entire planet. This is a place where people in heaven wish they had gone to when they died. Bora Bora is too good to be true. Yes you read that right: too good to be true, I'm still not entirely convinced that the place is real. Perhaps it was all a dream and the photograph placed just above is a figment of my imagination made real by intense wishful thinking. The last time I was here I embarked on a spectacular boat tour around the island which involved swimming with sharks and stingrays and even featured a stop on a private island where I managed to get in some world class snorkeling. It was a perfect day then and it was a perfect day this time. But then I seem to have "perfect" days so often now that the word seems to have lost all meaning. But I'll still continue to use it regardless!

Yes, Bora Bora really is perfect in every way. The main island is dominated by a large extinct volcano that forms a beautiful mountain named Otemanu. This central island is surrounded by a series of atolls and small islands (known as motus). The lagoon that occupies the space between the inner and outer landmass contains some of the most spectacular crystal clear waters and reefs in the world. No matter the what weather is like out in the deep blue sea, the secluded lagoon waters are always still thanks to the protective outer ring. Hotels have capitalised on the potential for moneymaking and have built beautiful over-water bungalows on stilts on the water. This little slice of paradise does come at a high price but it's worth it.

Speaking of price, I managed to locate a beautiful waterfront hotel with it's own little private beach. This lovely family owned place charged a mere 60 dollars a night for a private room and a small balcony overlooking the water. Considering most hotels can charge up to 1000 dollars a night (yes you read that right) it's an absolute bargain. I know now where I'm staying when I come back here. Oh yes that's right, I'm returning here and I don't care how much it costs me.

But I'm getting ahead of myself, we discovered this spectacular little hotel whilst enjoying some time on one of Bora Bora's beautiful beaches. A small group of us arrived at the beach with our snorkeling gear and with my roommate Carl's inflatable kayak. Yes that's right: an inflatable kayak! All I can say about that is "WOW" what a great idea. It packs down to a relatively small bag (a little heavy but manageable). It only takes minutes to inflate and when you're out there it really is great fun. I got some nice photos with my waterproof camera but right now you can take a peek at the above picture taken from the beach of me enjoying myself on the marvellous little craft. Between kayaking around the beach and snorkeling with my fins I got a really great upper and lower body workout. After that we rested on the beach, giving some serious consideration to ditching the ship and staying on the island instead.




So there you have it. I'm bloody knackered now and I've got several days to unwind. Our next stop is Samoa and then it's westward to the Fijian islands. But until then I'm just going to relax and recuperate from my four day Polynesian adventure. I'll probably spend most of the next few days lying around out on the deck reading or perhaps updating this journal. Damn, this a tough job but someone has to do it!

--RETROSPECTIVE-1: The Last 5 Years--

Looking back over the last 5 years I still can't imagine why I didn't start this online journal earlier. I've always been keen to keep track of my adventures via photographs and I love to share my stories with others.

In fact it's been an intention of mine to create a scrapbook of my cruise ship memories for a while now. I suppose I kept reminding myself that it could wait since I would always have my photographs. But in reality, the memory of things will fade over time and little details are forgotten. Perhaps in the future I'll be able to read over this journal and remind myself things about about my travels that have slipped my mind.

I suppose the main reason I kept putting of the organisation of my travel records was because I'm really a master procrastinator. When I force myself to do something it always gets done but I can often be lazy and complacent at times.

I still look back on my time on ships are realise how lucky I am to have been able to do all the things I've done. I've used phrases like

"That was one of the best things I've ever done!" or "That was one of the best days of my life!"

so often that they seem to have lost all meaning. Not matter how exciting my days get I always find a way to surpass them sooner or later. I also don't anticipate that my adventures around the world will abate any time soon. I've got a lot of ideas in my head on what I would like to do for the next couple of years and I'm fortunate enough to have the financial means to do so.

I've been to so many countries in the last 5 years I still can't quite get my head around it. So far I've visited 6 out of 7 continents which I think is still rather satisfying. The list of places I've been is staggering. 60 countries and hundreds of cities, towns and other significant landmarks around the world. There are still other countries I want to visit but I have to admit the list is shrinking! As I said in my introduction, I also want to return to many of the places I have already gone to and this time explore them for longer and more in depth.

In total I've worked on board 8 different cruise ships at the time of writing. Eight ships and three different cruise companies: Carnival Cruise Lines, Cunard Line and Princess Cruise Lines. They have all had their pros and cons and have had something that I miss when I'm not working on one.

I still remember how I felt when I was joining my first ship. I had already made my trip down to the American embassy in London to apply for my C1/D visa that would allow me to transit through the US to work on cruise ships. I remember getting my flight details and being told that I was going to New Orleans to join a ship that would be sailing around the Caribbean. Back then the idea of going to the USA was mid blowing for me! Until then I had never left the continent of Europe so the idea of crossing the Atlantic all the way to America seemed quite extraordinary. Nowadays the idea of taking a mere 12 hour journey to the US east coast seems like an insignificant hop across the pond. After all I have been on 2 world cruises (including one entire global circumnavigation) and my flight to join my current ship (Sun Princess) took 22 hours from London to Sydney not counting layover and check-in time!

I still don't allow most of the bad things on cruise ships to get me down despite the fact that more often than not I'll be playing music that I really don't like. For example: if I have to play "Memory" by Andrew Lloyd Webber one more F*!$ing time I'm going to break into him home and vomit all over him. Also if I hear one more cruise director or comedian tell the same toilet joke for the 986,000th time I'll probably die from internal hemorrhaging. But in all seriousness the duration of those things can be measured in minutes and seconds whereas the time I've spent recreating has lasted for hours or even days at a time!

The only thing about working on ships that really gets to me is that I meet lots of people, make friends and then they leave. There is always a chance of running into them on another ship but it's not high. Although it's possible to keep in contact via email it's just not the same as being able to meet as often as you would if they lived nearby. I am very appreciative of the wonderful internet phenomenon that is Facebook though. Through it I've been able to keep in touch with other much more easily.

I think that the most important thing for me to remember is that I've visited more places in the last 5 years that I ever thought I would in my whole life! Although I've only scratched the surface of some of the countries I've been to I've already picked out my favourites and I fully intend to return to many of them. Not only that but this job has given me plenty of spending money and it's given me an head-start in figuring out what to do and where to go when I return to a country I've already visited.

So even after 5 years I'm still mostly positive about this job and about life. Just don't ever play me a recording of anything by Andrew Lloyd Webber or you may end up with a baritone saxophone inserted firmly into your rectal cavity. And baritone saxophones are really really big!

- Dan H



The following list is all the countries I have been to in the last 5 years. I don't really expect anyone to read it through entirely. I just like the fact that it's a long list! Expect it to get much longer though. It's 60 countries as of right now and if you count subdivisions of the USA, Canada and Australia then it comes to 77 (and I think those really do count because Australia, Canada and the US are absolutely friggin' gargantuan countries!)

USA
Hawaii
Alaska
California
Louisiana
New York
Massachusetts
Maine
Rhode Island
Florida
New Jersey

Canada
Newfoundland
Quebec
Nova Scotia
British Colombia

Australia
Queensland
Northern Territory
New South Wales
Victoria
Western Australia
South Australia

United Kingdom (where I was born!)
Jamaica
Cayman Islands
Mexico
Dominica
Barbados
US Virgin Isles
Aruba
Puerto Rico
The Bahamas
Portugal
Spain
France
Belgium
Netherlands
Norway
Denmark
Sweden
Finland
Russia
Estonia
Poland
Germany
Italy
Vatican City
Greece
Malta
Gibraltar
Canary Islands
Egypt
Antigua
St. Kitts
Curacao
Bonaire
St. Vincent
Brazil
Uruguay
Chile
India
United Arab Emirates
New Zealand
Thailand
Malaysia
Singapore
Vietnam
Cambodia
Japan
South Korea
China
Fiji
New Caledonia
French Polynesia
Vanuatu
Tonga
Cook Islands
American Samoa
Western Samoa

And now for the big one! These are all the places I've been in the last 5 years. Either cities/towns or islands (such as in the south pacific where countries are split into several islands). I also count major landmarks such as wonders of the world. Up to 163 so far!

New Orleans, Louisiana, USA
Montego Bay, Jamaica
Georgetown, Grand Cayman, Cayman Islands
Cozumel, Mexico
San Diego, California, USA
Acapulco, Mexico
Ixtapa, Mexico
Manzinillo, Mexico
La Paz, Mexico
Vancouver, British Colombia, Canada
Victoria, British Colombia, Canada
Whittier, Alaska, USA
Seward, Alaska, USA
Juneau, Alaska, USA
Ketchikan, Alaska, USA
Skagway, Alaska, USA
Hilo, Hawaii
Honolulu, Oahu, Hawaii
Nawiliwili, Kauai, Hawaii
Kona, Hawaii
Lahaina, Maui, Hawaii
San Juan, Puerto Rico
St. Thomas, US Virgin Isles
St. Johns, US Virgin Isles
Bridgetown, Barbados
Roseau, Dominica
Oranjestad, Aruba
Long Beach, California, USA
Puerta Vallarta, Mexico
Cabo San Lucas, Mexico
Fort Lauderdale, Florida, USA
Princess Cays, Bahamas
Azores, Portugal
Lisbon, Portugal
Vigo, Spain
Le Havre, France
Paris, France
Brussels, Belgium
Rotterdam, Netherlands
Oslo, Norway
Copenhagen, Denmark
Stockholm, Sweden
Helsinki, Finland
St. Petersburg, Russia
Tallin, Estonia
Gdansk, Poland
Gdinya, Poland
Warnermunde, Germany
Hamburg, Germany
Barcelona, Spain
Cannes, France
Florence, Italy
Pisa, Italy
Civitavecchia, Italy
Rome, Italy
Vatican City
Gibraltar
New York, New York, USA
Bayone, New Jersey, USA
Sydney, Canada
Corner Brook, Canada
Quebec City, Quebec, Canada
Halifax, Canada
St. John, Canada
Bar Harbor, Maine, USA
Boston, Massachusetts, USA
Newport, Rhode Island, USA
Southampton, England, UK
Dover, England, UK
Mahahual, Mexico
Basseterre, St. Kitts
Rio De Janeiro, Brazil
Montevideo, Uruguay
Santiago, Chile
San Francisco, California, USA
Cochin, India
Dubai, United Arab Emirates
Athens, Greece
Cagliari, Sardinia, Italy
Corfu, Greece
Trieste, Italy
Valletta, Malta
Newcastle, England, UK
South Queensferry, Scotland, UK
Glasgow, Scotland, UK
Liverpool, England, UK
Zeebrugge, Belgium
Bruges, Belgium
Zakinthos, Greece
Palermo, Sicily, Italy
Naples, Italy
Funchal, Madeira, Portugal
Tenerife, Canary Islands
Lanzarote, Canary Islands
Gran Canaria, Canary Islands
Malaga, Spain
Alexandria, Egypt
Cairo, Egypt
La Coruna, Spain
st. Johns, Antigua
Willemstad, Curacao
Kralendijk, Bonaire
Kingstown, St. Vincent
Auckland, New Zealand
Sydney, Australia
Brisbane, Australia
Port Douglas, Australia
Whitsundays, Australia
Yorky's Knob, Australia
Cairns, Australia
Darwin, Australia
Broome, Australia
Exmouth, Australia
Fremantle, Australia
Perth, Australia
Bunbury, Australia
Albany, Australia
Adelaide, Australia
Melbourne, Australia
Burnie, Australia
Hobart, Tasmania, Australia
Cooktown, Australia
Townsville, Australia
Geraldton, Australia
The Great Barrier Reef, Australia
Sihanoukville, Cambodia
Lam Cheabang, Thailand
Bangkok, Thailand
Ko Samui, Thailand
Malacca, Malaysia
Phuket, Thailand
Langkawi, Malaysia
Kuala Lumpur
Singapore
Penang, Malaysia
Port Kelang, Malaysia
Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia
Osaka, Japan
Kyoto, Japan
Nagasaki, Japan
Pusan, South Korea
Xingang, China
Great Wall of China, China
Shanghai, China
Hong Kong, China
Nha Trang, Vietnam
Suva, Fiji
Dravuni Island, Fiji
Vila, Vanuatu
Lifou, Vanuatu
Noumea, New Caledonia
Nuku'alofa, Tonga
Vava'u Tonga
Raratonga, Cook Islands
Raiatea, French Polynesia
Papeete, Tahiti, French Polynesia
Moorea, French Polynesia
Bora Bora, French Polynesia
Pago Pago, American Samoa
Apia, Western Samoa
Niuafo'ou, Tonga
Savu Savu, Fiji
Lautoka, Fiji