A look around Pacific Jewel for peace & quiet . . . – silverfox175

The Atrium, shown below, which was located at the centre of the ship over three decks.

We often sat on the top floor of the atrium, because it had a small bar called Mixes, and we were as far as possible away from any loud music.
Around 5.00 pm on the bottom deck of the atrium a piano player and a young lady playing the flute could be heard as the music gently floated upwards – all very civilized. The background music would allow us to chat with our neighbours, without shouting.

There were several other bars, but for one main reason we would always return to The Mixes Bar, the reason being the lack of noise, not just the wine.

The atrium was popular for afternoon trivia, which was often quite funny.

We did try The Orient Bar, shown above, but this bar had loud music that killed even the thought of conversation, which managed to drive us away – we never returned, which was a shame, because they had Fat Yak beer on tap, but I valued my ears more than a pint.

Next door was the Connexions Bar, and I did enjoy their music, and the musicians were entertaining, but once again after a short time the loudness drove us away.

On one of the higher decks we visited The Dome. 

I don’t think the Dome was a popular place – the above picture of the Dome is from P & O web site. After visiting it for the first time I overheard someone refer to it as the ‘geriatric ward’ of the ship, because it was miserable. Later in the cruise Maureen and I returned to the Dome to watch our granddaughters dance on the small dance floor. The members of the children’s club had been taught a routine by the club guides. While I waited for them to start I picked up the wine menu and asked for a pino gris – We’ve run out Sir, – so I chose another wine, which was sauvignon blanc – Sorry we don’t have that either – I then picked a chardonnay, – Sorry we don’t have that one . . What do you have? I asked, feeling exasperated.

We have this one, which was a chardonnay, and my least favourite out of a full page of white wines. . . . . now I knew why the place was miserable.