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The Diamond Princess is back in Hobart. No, not uber-moron Paris Hilton, the ruddy great ship! Registered in Bermuda, primarily cruising in Alaska and the Mexican Riviera during the northern summer, like Paris, she does spread her charms around.

Also like Paris (maybe), she entertains 2,674 passengers and 1,238 crew at a time!

[Ahem.]

You can't miss this one on the journey into work, as the ship itself tends to tower over most of Hobart's buildings. It's a biggun.

A quick look at their website tells me that this Ship has more to do than most Tasmanian towns and cities. Just some of the stuff includes FOUR swimming pools, a spa and fitness centre, a theatre for Princess' original Broadway and Las Vegas-style productions, a cinema, a Casino, FOUTREEN bars, an atrium with shops, two bars, art gallery, library and writing room, a wedding chapel, Internet cafes, a hair salon and a nine-hole golf putting course and two computerized golf simulators.

Why bother leaving the boat?

I don’t even know what this little boat is doing, but I suspect that it is collecting all of the expensive jewellery and mink coats that clumsy passengers accidently drop overboard.

To check out just how dismal the weather is here in Hobart today, check out their webcam.
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smudgeon said…
Isn't that the beastie that recently docked in Burnie & made it look, well, tiny?
2 February 2009 at 10:36
Kris McCracken said…
Me, that is the one and same.

Tourists everywhere at the moment.
2 February 2009 at 10:41
Lynette said…
Great photo, no matter what the two boats are doing so close together.
2 February 2009 at 12:55
Kris McCracken said…
Lynette, maybe they are chatting each other up?
2 February 2009 at 14:45
Anonymous said…
It looks like the little boat is laying an oil boom. I hope the big boat doesn't have an accident and pollute the pristine Derwent.
2 February 2009 at 19:24
Anonymous said…
The Nautica was in yesterday, and we had a family member who smuggled us aboard (not really but it sounds better), showed us around and told us interesting stuff like the staff have rafts rather than these all-weather covered-in life boats, with Persian rugs (I'm guessing...). Also, recently they replaced the floors of the lifts with solid marble so now have to take 3 less passengers!
2 February 2009 at 22:07
Dina said…
All these cruise boat pics are great! You really wonder what those divers are doing.
Every time I'm at Circular Quay I go over as close as possible to drool over the cruise liners. Never seen such huge and luxurious ships in all my life. We saw Millennium and Rhapsody of the Seas. A crew member waved to 5-year-old Dean. I asked Dean: "If the man would invite us aboard right now and let us sail around the world starting now, would you go (without saying goodbye to Mum and Dad)?" Dean was hesitant. I was ready to go!
3 February 2009 at 10:54
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, an actual answer! That makes sense.
3 February 2009 at 12:09
Kris McCracken said…
Beth, the Nautica was docked right outside my workplace a couple of weeks back. Never got on board though!
3 February 2009 at 12:10
Kris McCracken said…
Dina, it's only reading this comment that I've twigged on the "Dina/Dean" similarity. I wonder how it missed me before?
3 February 2009 at 12:11
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