Thursday, 13 June 2019
Juneau, Alaska, USA
Easy day in Juneau chilling out and visiting a couple of museums. I am, after all, meant to be on holiday.
Receive an email from old friend’s little sister. With a request. Please can I send blogs daily. I try. I do try. Not one to let a young lady down (although we’ve never met), rush back to the ship to retrieve laptop.
Find the local library. Top floor of a multi storey car park. Like Haines yesterday, it’s full of Filipino and Indonesian ships’ crew. There are 4 cruise ships in port today. Westerdam, Oosterdam, Celebrity Eclipse and Cunard’s Queen Elizabeth. You can imagine how busy the library is. And how slow the upload speed is. Takes ages.
So just the one, Mrs Wembley.
Clearly lulled her into a false sense of action. Takes a few more days before blog is updated again.
One of the things I’ve really enjoyed about these two cruises is the evening entertainment. Tonight though is exceptional.
James Cielen. Magician. Google him.
Wow.
Very impressive. Mixture of illusions making a sexy female assistant appear from seemingly nowhere and close up magic with cards.
He does one trick with a silk scarf. It then somehow transforms into a fountain of coloured silk scarves.
And then the piece de resistance.
From the fountain of multi coloured silk scarves a flipping dog suddenly appears. It’s a ‘how the hell did he do that?’ moment.
He picks up the dog. It’s a Pomeranian called Simba. He’s walking around the stage with a dog in his arm. Dog doesn’t seem to be moving. Is it actually real? Is it actually an automaton?
He puts dog down on the stage. It walks a few paces and then sits down.
Woman in the audience shrieks out rather loudly, probably after a glass of wine too many, “Oh my God, it’s real!”
Magician gives her a withering look and says, to much laughter, “Of course, it’s real!”.
He then does another trick with silk scarves and lo and behold produces a second Pomeranian from nowhere.
Two dogs now trotting about.
Very impressive ‘magic’ which leaves you speechless and thinking, ‘How the hell did he do that?’
