On Friday, our ship called on Ketchikan. It was unusually sunny for one of the rainiest towns in the USA. We were staying on the ship again. Leon was feeling worse with the beginnings of a nasty cough. We enjoyed various parts of the ship throughout the day. Leon ate nearly nothing and was just not himself. He went to bed early while I went back up to Deck 9 to look for wildlife.
We were travelling through narrow passages at this point, so the likelihood of seeing wildlife was greatly increased. As soon as I got to Deck 9, I spotted a whale. She blew 2 times then went down for a dive. Not long after, I saw another whale doing the same thing, but this time we were close enough that I could see the pattern on her tail as she dove. It was really exciting, but nearly as much fun as if Leon had been there to see it with me. As I was looking at the water, I noticed a strange splashing pattern that caught my attention. When we passed the pattern, I was able to see that it was Dall's porpoises swimming/jumping very near the ship. Boy, were they fast! I stayed for at least another hour trying to see more, but the great sightings I had in the first 15 minutes was all there was. I went to bed afterward, noticing that my eyes seemed to be watering. I hoped I wasn't getting sick.
On Saturday, we both slept in until 10am - highly unusual for us both. I suspected I may be getting sick, but I still felt mostly fine. Leon was really sick by this point, barely getting out of bed. When we went to breakfast, he ate very little and then went straight back to bed. I spent much of the day looking for wildlife from Deck 9 and playing my NYT games and puzzles.
It was clear that I needed to all the packing, so I worked on that so we could get our bags out into the hallway that evening for them to taken off the ship. Leon's cough sounded terrible and he could barely speak without it sending him into another coughing fit. He also was weak and fatigued. I turned in, wondering how we were going to manage all of the moving around we were going to have to do tomorrow if Leon was still bad off (none of the bags we brought rolled, so everything had to be carried).
On Sunday morning, Leon was weak as water. He couldn't stand long enough to brush his teeth and shave. It was clear that we were going to need help getting off the ship and back to our car at the airport. The staff were very helpful in helping us. We had to get to a lounge on Deck 2, and then he would be taken off the ship in a wheelchair. Disembarkation was really easy this way (we didn't have to go through the labyrinth of the line getting off the ship; we were allowed to exit directly).
I wasn't sure what would happen once we got to the cruise port, but they had it all laid out for him to transfer to another wheelchair once I had collected our luggage. We also got a porter to handle the bags. Again, we didn't have to wait in line with all of the able-bodied folks, so we were in a taxi in about 3 minutes of stepping out/wheeling out to the taxi line. I was so relieved; while not feeling truly sick at this point, I could tell I wasn't feeling my best and I was worried about Leon.
Our taxi driver delivered right to our car, which we loaded up quickly. I had reached out to our VRBO host to see if we could get an early check-in, but there were still other guests there and the place had to be cleaned. We had about 4 hours to kill before we could check in.
I drove us to Stanley Park and we toured it by car; the day was overcast, so it wasn't the prettiest we had seen while in Vancouver on other trips. Then I took us across the Lionsgate Bridge. We toured a bit on that side on the water, stopped for very disappointing pizza slices, but at that point it was just about getting something into Leon to keep him going. Traffic was heavy everywhere we went, so it took us 45 minutes to go 8 miles. We stopped at the store to get breakfast for next few days and then went to our VRBO.
The place was a perfect little suite with a comfortable bed - Leon went straight there while unloaded our bags. Later, I walked a few blocks to Main Street, where I got Vietnamese Pho to go. Leon only managed to drink a protein drink we had picked up for him. I binge watched a detective mystery on Netflix so I didn't go to bed until 1 am - still feeling ok, but my eyes were still watering.
We woke up at 10am the next morning - very late again. I could tell I wasn't feeling well by this time, though I didn't have the congestion or cough that was plaguing Leon. Mostly I was really fatigued and was achy. We ate a small breakfast and then went straight back to bed. In fact, I slept most of the day, with Leon mostly resting in bed. We got out around 2 to walk to a nearby place for lunch. Ramen suited us both and Leon ate the most he had in several days. The little walk took it out of both of us, so we returned to our flat and went back to bed.
Around 6:30, Leon realized that he needed more Nyquil. I was feeling better, so I decided to walk the .5 miles to the drugstore. By the time I got back, I was tired again. We watched TV, Leon turning in around 10 and me going to bed around 12.