When you experience such great service, the other side of the coin gleams even brighter.  
    Here are the "name & shames" and the "not so good"!  My motto is that some things will
    always go wrong....but it's not what goes wrong that matters, but how you put it right.  So lets
    get the bad and ugly out of the way!!!





    The Officer that should have known better I mention this incident purely because I felt the
    person in question really let the dining team down with her behaviour.  Our staff had been
    exemplary, and I felt there was no excuse for what she did.  We were seated on the 2nd tier
    of the Dining Room, the Coppelia.  Our table was at the edge of the balcony so we could
    see down to the bottom tier and the Captain's Table.  Right below our bit of balcony was a
    service station.  One night at dinner we heard this weird sound, almost like cooing.  We
    turned around and this female officer, who we had never seen in the dining room before,
    was standing at the balcony rail, looking over and down to the service station below.  She
    continued to make this stupid noise which was most annoying and it went on for quite a
    while.  In an attempt to make the point that we could hear her and that we were getting
    annoyed I got up and looked over the balcony where she was standing and saw a male
    waiter below looking up and laughing with her.  The Officer jumped back when she saw me
    noticing what she was doing and gave a little nervous laugh.  She was obviously
    embarassed which is a sure sign you've been caught doing something you shouldn't!

    The second time this happened was a couple of nights later.  She came back to the same
    place and started the stupid noise again calling this chap over the balcony.  She was
    laughing and giggling to herself and then I noticed she had ice cubes in her hand.  She
    looked around, (didnt notice me looking at her) and raised a hand over the balcony to drop
    the ice cube.  I said to her "Should you be doing that?" and again came the embarrassed
    smile.  In my opinion this was disgraceful behaviour from an Officer, not just from a safety
    point of view.  I can imagine what would happen to a waiter if they were caught doing this -
    they would probably be sacked.  Furthermore, if she had hit a guest with her ice cubes, I
    dont think she would be on the ship the next day!

    Personally I thought it was disgusting that when all the dining team were working their socks
    off to give us an outstanding dining experience, some immature officer wanders in and acts
    like a five year old within sight and sound of guests and staff, right in the middle of dinner
    service.  It was an insult to the staff and crew that manage to maintain a professional and
    courteous demeanour at all times.  So female officer (you know who you are!)...get a grip,
    start acting with dignity or ditch the stripes!  There are plenty of staff who don't have them but
    deserve them more than you!





    Lisbon Ah Lisbon!  The sights, the sounds.....of the dock!  That's as far as we got.  The day
    had started so well.  We were sailing down the river and were going to sail under the
    bridge.  Captain Bang announced that there would be a 2 metre gap between the hightest
    point of the ship and the bridge.  Guests and crew crowded the decks to watch the
    spectacle.  We all breathed in as we went under and a huge applause went up when we
    cleared the bridge with no damage to man or ship!

    Arriving in port we were greeted by a brass band that played whilst we docked.  Local
    dignitaries got on board and we watched the gangways put into place which was hysterical
    as the chap who was doing ours actually got lifted off the ground by the crane as he was
    holding onto a small piece of rope and trying to guide the gangway towards the ship.

    Eventually it was announced that the gangways were in place and we could leave the ship
    and head for the shuttle buses.  That's when it all went wrong!

    3000 left there seats and made their way to disembark on deck 4.
    3000 people left the ship and meandered along the pier to the exit terminal.
    3000 people joined the queue
    to get out of the terminal....
    then....3000 stopped.
    3000 people waited....
    and waited....and waited..
    and waited.  
    One of those 3000 people
    took this photo (right)....me!

    No-one knew what was
    going on.  We assumed that
    it was Portugese customs
    or something to do with
    passport control.  Little
    did we know that this was
    the queue for the shuttle bus!

    Ladies on the dock handed
    out blue baseball hats and
    welcomed us to Lisbon.  We wonder now whether they knew we were going to be standing
    in the sun waiting. Had the band played too early? Were they supposed to be the
    entertainment for the queue!

    Eventually we made it into the terminal and squeezed ourselves through the two turnstyles
    only to find that the mass of bodies was still.......queuing!  Now we Brits are good at
    queuing.  We know the rules and stick to them and woe betide those that dont.  Two ladies
    pushed infront of us and the lady in the wheelchair we were talking to.  We made sure they
    knew how rude they had been!  And dont you find it always the way that when someone
    jumps a queue infront of you, that your elbows take on a life of their own and manage to
    navigate swift justice to those that dare to break the rules?!!

    After an hour, everyone was getting  a little fractious to say the least so some bright spark
    from the port staff decided to split the queue and form a second one which weaved around
    the coaches.  This person was not the brightest button on the coat or even the shiniest
    pebble on the beach.  Given a brain cell they would've probably been dangerous!  We would
    probably have been the next to board a coach but now we were being herded around the
    coaches to "stand in the shade".  Fine we thought, until the people behind us then went and
    re-formed the original queue and consequently, within seconds we had another 300 or so
    people infront of us.

    There wasnt a shuttle bus to be seen.  One of the RCI girls who, in Marseille, had been as
    much use as a chocolate teacup, was wandering up and down the queues with a clip board
    and phone but doing little else.  From what I saw she couldn't run a bath, let alone organise
    3000 people off a ship!  I felt like finding a clip board of my own and getting into the thick of
    it to sort it out!!  I mean its not hard for crying out loud!

    So now well over an hour later and no nearer to catching even a glimpse of a shuttle bus let
    alone getting onboard one, people started the Mexican Moan.  It murmurred up and down
    the queue, around the back of the coaches and over the top of the terminal to the other side!

    When a shuttle bus did eventually come into view we noticed that the queue we were in was
    not moving, even though we would have been destined for this bus in the first queue.  The
    girl was allowing the people who had been behind us to board the bus, rather than
    streaming what should have been the first queue onto the bus.  It was chaos and they really
    lost control of the situation.  No one seemed to be in charge or take control.

    RCI could have saved the day if they had just TALKED to people, informed them of the
    problem and brought some extra staff down to organise what was fast becoming a mutinous
    mob!  People were close to adorning themselves with head scarves and gold hoop
    earrings, putting knives between their teeth and employing Captain Jack Sparrow to lead
    them in a siege of the port.....and probably the ship if things had got worse!

    As we only had 4 hours in the port my thoughts started to turn to what it would be like getting
    back.  It was now gone 2 o'clock and we only had 2-3 hours left ashore.  We darent risk
    huge queues for shuttles on the way back so along with several other 1000 people we
    realised we had no choice but to return to the ship!  It was a disappointment to say the least,
    but some simple communication could have made a difference.  Being left in the dark as to
    what was happening is what got most people's backs up.

    We eventually found our way back into the terminal and onto the dockside.  People were still
    getting off the ship....and were asking as why we were coming back.  We said "I wouldnt
    bother if I was you....do yourself a favour, get back on the ship and find the nearest bar!".

    We went straight to Guest Relations and joined the queue for Shuttle Refunds.  I said to the
    girl behind the desk "I suggest you either go for lunch or get some more staff up here as
    3000 people are headed your way".  She smiled politely and nodded.  A clear indication
    that she hadnt got a clue what I was talking about.  She refunded our shuttle tickets and we
    went and had a beer instead!

    Ah Lisbon!  What memories we have.....well at least we got a free hat!





    Mutiny in the Theatre We didnt witness this but my parents did.  Apparently at the first show
    sitting on the same day as Lisbon, when Gordon Whatman took to the stage a man in the
    audience stood up and started demanding answers for the chaos that had gone on earlier.  
    He had a small following at this time of cheerers and booers who were egging him on.

    Apparently he kept shouting at Gordon asking for an explanation and he criticised RCI for
    not acknowledging the situation by some sort of announcement.  I have to agree that there
    was a distinct silence from the ship on this matter and an announcement would have been
    prudent, after all it affected every passenger, not just a small group.  Tours had returned late
    and missed dinner, most people never left the port and others had not thought to ask for a
    shuttle refund and so were cross they had wasted their money.  Apparently Gordon handled
    himself most proffessionally and stated that he had no control over this, didnt steer the ship
    and only handled the entertainment side of things.

    The man would not give up and the audience started booing him to sit down.  Gordon
    threatened to call security and then the man left.  His small following shut up, sat down and
    the show went on.

    The next day Gordon announced that ALL shuttle tickets would be refunded, which annoyed
    some people as there were some who had caught shuttles and they too had a refund which
    didnt seem fair but hey ho!

    It fell far short of the Theatre Mutiny on Queen Mary 2, but it was enough to be the centre of
    ship gossip for the evening and we were quite sorry we missed it.  Apparently it was
    entertainment in itself!  If I'd known this was going to happen we'd have gone along and worn
    our free hats!!!!





    The Stinky Cabin A ship is a ship and its plumbing is known only to the maintenance team
    that get down and dirty with it.  We understand that smells are bound to happen, but as I said
    earlier, its not what happens but how you put it right that counts.

    We entered mum's cabin first (1560) and we were delighted with what we saw.  The suite
    was clean and fresh and we were looking forward to entering our own cabin (1564) which
    we did soon after.  What a difference! We opened the door and were hit with the worst
    sewage smell we had ever encountered.  It was unbearable and we immediately opened the
    balcony door.  I had brought some air freshner but it was clear from the start it wasn't going
    to make a difference.  It was quite overpowering and I struggle to think that stewards and
    heads of department couldn't smell it.  We spoke to our cabin steward and she said she
    would talk to her supervisor and spray more air freshner.  This was duly done, but on our
    return from dinner the mix of sewage smells and foul air freshner made it even worse.  It
    really was awful.  I sat in the cabin for only ten minutes and it was too much to bare.  I went
    down to Guest Relations, spoke to the very ameniable George and said something needed
    to be done.  I didnt want to move cabins or anything, I just wanted maintenance to work their
    magic and get rid of it!  Maintenance turned up (eventually, after a second call to Guest
    Relations was warranted) and dealt with the problem, and apart from an occasional
    whiffiness nearer the end of the second week, everything was fine.  George also called
    twice to ensure the smell had gone...good job George.  Hats off to you for the follow up!

    Now my complaint is not that the cabin was victim to the smell of sewage, but that this
    problem can be avoided.  Why wait for a guest to make comment?  Why not think when
    cleaning or inspecting the cabin "There is a sewage odour - I'll call maintenance now before
    the guests arrive.  Hope that its gone before hand and if not acknowledge to them that there
    is a smell but that we have dealt with it and it should soon be gone".  Wouldn't this be a
    better way of handling a problem that is always going to exist?

    Navigator Housekeeping take note - if you know you have cabins which are susceptible to
    sewage blocks and smells, rosta with maintenance for a once a week flush through or
    whatever you do BEFORE the guest has chance to notice it.  Do yourself a favour,
    anticipate the complaints and avoid them!

    I spoke to George on the last but one day and told him the smell was reappearing and they
    may want to rosta a maintenance visit once we have vacated the cabin so that the next
    guests would not have the problem we had.  He made a note of it and explained he had no
    idea what maintenance did but it involved a long hose and a lot of poking about!  I said that
    it had had an impact on our first impression and that it could so easily have been avoided if
    someone had taken the initiative to sort it out earlier but thanked him for his help.

    Maybe, like immunity to the motion in the ocean, staff get immune to the smells too!  Either
    way, make life easier for yourself RCI.....sort it out before guests arrive and save yourself the
    hassle!

    Moral of the story......RCI - anticpate......Guests - dont just moan about it, tell the crew and
    they'll get it sorted!  Its a problem that can go away!





    Not a lot to moan about....or even tut about for that matter!  These are not complaints, just
    observations.  None of the above ruined our cruise or have caused us to demand a free
    cruise or full refund!!  The most annoying things on our cruise were passengers!....But these
    are still events  worthy of note.  

    All in all, the cruise was pretty much spot on and all we'd hoped it would be!
THE RUSTY ANCHOR AWARDS
The Officer That Should Have Known Better!
Lisbon - we came, we went, we saw nothing!
Mutiny in the Metropolis!
The Stinky Cabin!
In Conclusion..
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