This was the image that was on the Bridge Cam when I got up this morning. RQS and I decided to sleep late, and not bother with the shore excursion we booked for Liverpool, as we were not sure if our legs could handle a 2 1/2 mile walk.
Around 10 am, we went to the buffet for breakfast. I saw a message from the tour guide asking us if we were coming, and I said to go ahead without us - we were feeling sick. In reality, we could never have kept up the pace in walking to the Mathew Street area where all the Beatles related stuff was going on.
Once done with breakfast, we decided to go outside and head for the Beatles museum. (Later on, RQS said it wasn't worth the effort. But that's another story.) Both of us worked up a sweat going there, as my legs didn't want to carry me the mile I needed to walk from the ship to the museum.
We arrived at Mathew Street a little before noon, and it was mobbed. (Did I happen to say that it was "Fab Four" weekend in Liverpool?) We walked down the street, passing the current site of the Cavern Club and the original site of the club, and finally to the museum. For £40, it felt a little pricey. But it had one of the largest collections of Beatle memorabilia that one will find in a single building. So it would be a Must Visit place for hard core Beatle fans.
Once done with the museum, it was another long walk back to the ship. Both of us were exhausted by the time we reached the cruise terminal, and I needed a shower. We were lucky that there was a courtesy shuttle that would take us from the terminal to the ship's gangway. This saved us a lot of walking.
When we got back to our cabin, RQS said "It's Laundry Time" and threw a big load into the washer while I took a much needed shower. And then it was time to rest for a while.
After our clothes came out of the dryer, RQS had to deal with a cancelled shore excursion. She went to the shore excursions desk and got a bus tour that would be much easier fryor me. By the time she returned, the tour didn't appear as having been registered to us. So, down she went again, and returned with two tickets. This time, they charged our onboard accounts for the tickets. Yay! Now, we know we're going to do something each of the remaining port days, save for Le Havre, France.



