Confined to Quarters

Dearest Rachel –

I mentioned in passing in my last letter how my health issues might pose a problem with regard to this cruise. After all, while I had negative results back from the test I took on Tuesday afternoon, that wouldn’t be good enough for Viking. Even the one from Wednesday would have been too early; they wanted something from within 72 hours of boarding the ship. So I took the test on Friday morning, just before heading to the airport, knowing full well that I’d not hear about it until I was already in Basel.

Turns out, I still haven’t heard about it, even as we’re about to leave Basel. I got as far as the pursers’ desk, and I couldn’t provide anything about Friday’s test. I did, at least, manage to find the site for the testing lab, and found this:

And since there’s nothing between Friday and now but the weekend, I shouldn’t have even expected anything to be available. I probably won’t hear back from them until Monday or Tuesday, at this rate.

(Meanwhile, I’ve not gotten any email notification about Wednesday’s test, either. I did manage to find it up while I’m aboard the ship, though. Not that it makes any difference whatsoever, as it’s still from too far back to be worth mentioning.)

So for the time being, I’m confined to quarters, which is to say, I’m shut up in my stateroom (room 210 – which is, as it happens, the exact same room I stayed in at the Hotel Euler, believe it or not) until such time as they get results back from a saliva sample they had me provide for them to do their own testing.

Honestly, to look at the event schedule, I think I can live with that (though, in fairness, I don’t have a choice but to live with it). There is a shore excursion walking around Basel, but I dare say I’ve done a fair amount of that yesterday afternoon already. The drinks and live music event in the early evening isn’t my style, either. My only regret is the lunch and cheese tasting (forget about the wine); I suppose if I have to live on room service, I’ll do what I must, but that seems unfortunate to miss out on. I mean, a large part of the appeal of cruise ships is their food.

But, rules are rules, and one is obliged to follow them, especially in this day and age, where everybody’s paranoid about the Covid, and I have not been feeling my best, to put it mildly. So, keep an eye out for me, and I’ll try to keep you up-to-date as things develop.

Update: I just finished that paragraph when my phone rang. Stefan at the pursers desk has informed me that my sample came back positive. As it turns out, I can’t be confined to quarters; I need to be disembarked, and put up in a hotel. I can’t even try to arrange for travel back. And I don’t know what I have in the way of insurance, if anything. I’m not even sure if I’d be allowed to try and make my way home. Oh dear.

Wish me luck, honey. I’m definitely going to need it.

Published by randy@letters-to-rachel.memorial

I am Rachel's husband. Was. I'm still trying to deal with it. I probably always will be.

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