• Chuck Cook
  • Glenda Cook

Viking World Cruise

We had the privilege of participating in the innaugural round-the-world cruise for Viking Ocean Cruises onboard the Viking Sun. Leia mais
  • Porto, Portugal

    1 de maio de 2018, Portugal ⋅ 🌙 50 °F

    We are back in Porto after a year’s absence, and the place is more beautiful than ever. Porto is the town that gave Portugal its name. I visited the twelfth century Franciscan Church, and we were given a general tour of the city before going to a tasting of port wine. This wonderful sweet wine was invented when shipments of wine sent to England spoiled on the way. Winemakers found that by adding a little bit of liquor to the wine, the fermentation process was stopped, and shelf life could be extended indefinitely. There arose such a taste for port in England that it has remained popular there ever since. In fact, now whenever British naval officers toast the health of the Queen, they always do so with a glass of port wine.

    One of our passengers asked the guide when Portugal separated from Spain. The guide said that Portugal was never part of Spain. Portugal has been a single, united country since the twelfth century. Spain did not become a single country until the end of the fifteenth century. Portugal is a beautiful blend of the old and the new. There are parts of the city of Porto that are lifted right out of a medieval painting. Nearby are new apartment buildings, an oil refinery, and a city with all of the accommodations one would expect.
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  • Greenwich, England

    4 de maio de 2018, Inglaterra ⋅ 🌙 54 °F

    At London, our final port, we decided that we would spend our time walking near the ship's anchorage at Greenwich. We walked past the Cutty Sark, and visited the Royal Greenwich Observatory with its excellent display about astronomy and the calculation of longitude. I especially wanted to go inside St. Alphege's Church to see the organ played by Henry Purcell. While there, I was surprised to find a monument to General James Wolf, who died at the Battle of Montreal in the French and Indian Wars. After lunch at the Crown & Anchor, a proper English pub, we went back up the hill toward the observatory to see the rose garden. Unfortunately, no roses were blooming, so we came back down the hill to see the wonderful exhibits at the Queen's House and the Royal Maritime Museum. We finished across the street at the Royal Naval College and were awed by its lovely chapel. We were back on the ship for our last night of sleep in our wonderful little stateroom, and ready for an early departure on the morning of May 5, 2018, the official end of our Viking Ocean Cruises Inaugural World Cruise.

    Here are some interesting facts from our cruise:
    Highlights included : 5 Continents, 35 countries, 66 port stops, crossing the equator twice, crossing the international dateline, going through the Panama Canal and Suez Canal. Distance traveled approximately 36,000 miles.
    Some interesting facts:
    Only 476 people did the entire cruise from Miami to London.
    257 people did the cruise from Los Angles to London.
    62,181 Lbs. of Potatoes were peeled and consumed.
    114,633 bread loaves were baked.
    289,137 Bed sheets and pillowcases were washed.
    55,000 rolls of TP were used.
    Most importantly 124,081 bottles of wine were emptied! That worked out to 2.6 glasses per day for each passenger. This was at least double what Viking had expected. I did not get my entire share but others more than made up for it.
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  • Final Thoughts

    5 de maio de 2018, Inglaterra ⋅ ☀️ 68 °F

    We are back in the Western Hemisphere, on the 141st day, in the last of 60 ports, on a trip we never thought we would take. We are in London. This is the last post I will make on our World Cruise page, and it is difficult to describe how this adventure has changed me. I will begin by thanking the officers and crew of the Viking Sun for their impeccable service and dedication to the comfort and well being of us passengers. They have done everything humanly possible to meet not only our needs but also our slightest wants. It has been interesting to be treated like royalty, but tomorrow the wonderful business of being a regular human being resumes. I will be going back to a world where, when I drop the bath towel on the floor, it stays there. That’s not bad either. Even so, Viking Ocean Cruises has done an excellent job.

    Every place where Viking took us was interesting. Some were more entertaining than others, but often the others were more instructive. I have learned of the almost limitless adaptability of human beings. They have adjusted to every possible diet, climate, and government. They are extremely flexible in using the tools, resources and terrain available to them.

    I have learned that countries change over time. Vietnam now is not the same nation it was when I went there as a soldier in 1971. The people, the economy, the culture—all are different. About the only thing that has not changed is the language. At one time China and Cambodia were poor, agrarian orphans, crippled by politics. Singapore was a tropical backwater. Not anymore.

    I learned that my own country has changed over time too. This voyage has allowed me, as it were, to see the United States from a distance. I keep hearing my countrymen saying that if America doesn’t wake up, the rest of the world will one day pass the U.S. I learned on this voyage that in many ways, the rest of the world already has. I love America, but I have concerns about her future.

    Perhaps the most important thing I learned is that the people of the world genuinely like each other. Practically every person we met smiled at us, waved, tried to talk to us, not always successfully, because of language differences. However there was always a grin, a happy look, a glint in the eye, even from an old woman struggling under a load of vegetables in Bali. Our differences in language, income, color, and religion made no difference—not to her. To her, it did not matter that I was on an air conditioned bus and she was standing ankle deep in filthy water. She was genuinely glad to see us. In Kuala Lumpur a quartet of young men and I laughed together like fools when we each attempted to take each other’s photograph at exactly the same moment. There was an immediate connection when on a Friday in Brunei a Muslim family coming from the mosque approached us and asked us where were came from. When she learned we were Americans, the matriarch touched Glenda’s arm and said, “I not hate you.”

    Would it be possible for the nations of the world to send their political leaders on a Viking world cruise?

    The point is that I have learned that it is not the people of the world who start wars with one another; it is the governments of the world that do so. And I have learned that rarely do the interests of those governments precisely align with those of the people. The interests of the government certainly didn’t line up with mine in 1971.

    This conviction was hammered home to me today in London as we visited the church of St. Alphege and saw posted there this quotation from Aldous Huxley: “The most shocking fact about war is that its victims and its instruments are human beings, and that these individual human beings are condemned by the monstrous conventions of politics to murder or be murdered in quarrels not their own “

    Maybe other philosophers have said it as well. Bob Thiele and George Weiss said it in 1967 through the mouth of Louis Armstrong in the song “What a Wonderful World.” Glenda and I were deeply touched a few years ago when we were in Prague in the Czech Republic. We stood at the feet of a statue of one of my heroes, John Huss, burned at the stake, not because he was wrong, but because the world would not be ready to hear his words for another hundred years. A local jazz group started playing Satchmo’s song and Glenda and I both teared-up. We understood—really understood—that this little blue ball hanging from nothing out in space is all sacred ground—every grain of sand; every drop of water in the huge, vast ocean; every frightened boy and girl, regardless of age, location, condition—all are holy. And because Viking Ocean Cruises made it possible for us to see it all up close, first-hand, over the last 141 days, I now understand at an even deeper level that this is indeed a wonderful, sacred world.
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  • A Prayer for Algeria

    25 de novembro de 2024, Argélia ⋅ ☀️ 72 °F

    I rarely re-post anything on FindPenguins, but we are visiting Algiers today. We landed here on Viking’s Inaugural World Cruise, and the post for that day gives a historical context for this remarkable nation. I hope you will indulge me as I offer again this background for my friends who may be unfamiliar with the revolution that occurred here in 1962 and with the powerful effects it still has on this country.

    Here is my post for April 28, 2018:

    Had it not been on the itinerary for our world cruise, I probably would not have come to Algeria. However, I am very glad we came.

    Much of the time allotted to our excursion was spent at the Independence Memorial in Algiers. I was struck with how so many things called attention—how many comments from our guide, and how many signs, parks, buildings and institutions—all called attention to the War for Independence that ended with the expulsion of the French in 1962.

    I remember that war. I remember following it on television. I remember the intense partisanship shown not only by native Algerian Muslims, but also by the French. On one hand, Algeria belongs to Algerians. On the other hand since the 1830’s Algeria was not merely a French colony, it was actually part of France. The three provinces of Algeria were actually three French states, like Bordeaux or Provence or Alsace. The result in the 1950’s and 60’s was intense guerrilla warfare not only by the Arabs, but also by the French. When the French government under President Coty couldn’t handle the situation in 1958, Parliament, in an extraordinary move, called General Charles DeGaulle out of his twelve-year retirement to keep France whole. Yet by 1959 DeGaulle saw the handwriting on the wall and said that Algeria must be independent. Four French generals then staged the Algiers Putsch of 1961 in which they attempted to foment another French Revolution. They wanted to topple the French government and imprison DeGaulle. They actually dropped paratroopers in Algiers, sent paratroopers ready to drop over Paris, and intended to take over all of France. DeGaulle stopped them just before the Champs Elysees could become a combat LZ. When it was all over 1.5 million people were dead in a struggle for independence that lasted from 1954 until 1962.

    Since then Algeria has struggled, first, as a republic. Corruption killed it. Then in a relatively free election the Islamic Salvation Front came to power in 1991. It decreed that Algeria was a theocracy with no ruler but Allah. Arts, music, and education were squelched, as in other nations ruled by Islamists. They cancelled all future elections. The people wouldn’t have this, so another long civil war ensued. Some 200,000 people were killed. As a result, Algeria is no lover of political Islamism. Algerians have been there; done that; and got the T-shirt.

    Abdelaziz Boutaflika was elected President in 1999, and has removed from the Constitution the two-term limit for the office of President. So now Algeria has a dictator. Still, he may be doing some good. This police state is now stable. He has made several Presidential decrees calling for such things as equal rights for women, religious freedom for all Algerians, and an end to discrimination based on race, creed or color. It is of interest to note that there is a Catholic Church here left over from the French that still has a small congregation of Christians. In the church, Notre Dame d’Afrique, there is an inscription saying, “Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us Christians and for the Muslims.”

    Now Boutaflika is even encouraging free enterprise and entrepreneurship. These changes look to me very much like the state capitalism now advocated by the Chinese government.

    Algeria is not a free nation. The police led our bus procession through the streets today. We could not leave our guide. We could not even walk on the pier where our ship is docked. Algeria is still struggling. The people here are wonderful. They waved happily at our busses. We are the first big passenger ship in here since a spate of violence occurred about a year ago. Algerians are glad to see tourists again.

    As we entered the port of Algiers four fishermen on the quay saw me on the veranda and shouted “Where you from?”

    I yelled back, “USA.”

    They flashed big smiles, and started shouting, “America number 1! America number 1! Allahu akbar! America number 1! Allahu akbar!”

    Algerians want desperately to be a nation—a real nation, with commerce and education and art and culture and a history of something other than bloodshed. However, there is a part of the Algerian people that just seems tired. Tired of the violence. Tired of being used. I pray that their spark of hope has not died out completely.

    Coming here today was not so much entertaining as is was educational. Though I would not have chosen Algeria as a destination, I am very glad we came to this beautiful place to meet these lovely people. And I pray that God will be kind to them. Lord knows, they deserve some peace.

    Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us Christians and for the Muslims, especially those of Algeria.
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    Final da viagem
    5 de maio de 2018