The Eurodam has taken the thrill out of tendering. They make
it so easy and safe. We took the elevator to A deck and switched to another
elevator to B deck. Then we stepped right into the tender.
Bill decided to wait for me near the entrance to the port so
I walked into town alone. Cars drive on the left side of the road here. There
are narrow streets lined with small shops, restaurants and Bed and Breakfast
places. They only accept English money in the shops so there was no temptation
to buy anything. Flowers in window boxes dress up the town.
It turns out that I missed all the action when I left Bill
in the public plaza. There are two cruise ships in port so there were lots of
people streaming past him. I wondered if he should sit right in that spot
because the benches were filled with rowdy young men who were obviously
drinking and looking for attention. When I returned, the plaza benches were
filled with people of all ages and none of them seemed to be out of order. It was
an amazing change in under an hour. I wondered where all the hooligans had
gone.
Bill said that one of the young men had a bullhorn and he
was trying to rouse the others to action. A person of color walked by and the
young man with the bullhorn started to harass him by blocking his path and
commenting on his looks. Bill just watched. A few minutes later, two English Bobbies
showed up and started talking to the young man. Some of the other young men
took that opportunity to leave. Others in the group went around and picked up
all beer bottles before they left.
I took a picture of the two heroic policemen and put it in
my collage.
