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Tender transfer

A cruise ship anchors offshore at the port of Mykonos, Greece.

What is a Cruise Tender Transfer?

Not every Mediterranean harbor can receive a large cruise ship. Sometimes the harbor is too shallow and the draft of the ship is too deep. Sometimes the pier infrastructure cannot accommodate the sudden arrival of a large crowd. Sometimes the port is congested and all the docking spaces are taken. And sometimes—just sometimes—the weather is rough and the decision is made to anchor in deeper water. So what happens next? How do passengers get from ship to shore without swimming for it?

The answer is a tender transfer.

Tenders are small support vessels that service big ships. Tender service shuttles people and supplies to a luxury liner anchored in deep water. The ride is typically short: 10 to 20 minutes at most.

The tender pulls alongside of the cruise ship.

Tips for a Tender Experience

Tender service is an important aspect of maritime operations. Accommodating a large number of people in a short amount of time means that the crew (and port authorities) must be ready to coordinate, receive, secure, and help transfer people from one moving craft to another. Because there is some risk involved (however small), precautions must be taken. (Those with mobility issues must be aware of these challenges and plan accordingly.) Tender tickets need to be secured in advance of disembarkation. Attention to ticket and door numbers on a big cruiser requires a bit of concentration (alert: there may be multiple departure doors). Lines must be found and formed inside the ship at assigned times. Passenger identities have to be checked (coming and going). And of course, instructions about when the last boat will be returning to the ship must be heeded, otherwise you may extend your visit unexpectedly!

A tender boat disengages from the cruiser and begins its journey toward the pier in Mykonos.

Because tendering is a regular part of the cruise industry, the work may appear effortless. But be assured, it is serious business and represents an exercise in passenger safety.

Personally, I enjoy tender treatment. Small boats offer a whole difference experience on the water. New angles—particularly the scale of ships—makes for fun photography. And let’s admit it, you can’t say you’ve really been at sea until you inhale a little salt spray!

So when you come to a port where the tenders are waiting, pump it up. Be sure to listen to instructions. Secure your tickets. If motion is a problem for you, take your medications in advance. Pay attention to timing. Find your line. Wear your sticker (and your life-jacket if instructed). Follow the instructions of the crew.

And get set for an amazing port of call!

Join Our Next Apostle Paul Mediterranean Tour

Join us on the wine dark sea this coming fall (Oct 22 - Nov 3, 2026). Mediterranean stops include Athens, Crete, Rhodes, Ephesus, Santorini, Mykonos, and others. For details on this journey highlighting the Apostle Paul, follow the link here. Of course, you can also email your questions directly to us here.

And while you’re at it, here’s five reasons why you will be pleasantly surprised by a Mediterranean tour. Follow the link here.

Mark and Vicki at Santorini.

A chain of whispered stories

A chain of whispered stories

The Pyrénées do not look imposing on a map. But don’t be fooled. This mountain chain between France and Spain is ancient, steep, and full of whispered stories.

Mountain portal

Mountain portal

A bullet-train got us most of the way there; a bus finished the job. We arrived in Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Port.

Transitions

Transitions

Bob and I pulled on our packs and stepped to the asphalt below. We were too giddy to realize the scope of the trade. By means of that step we exchanged a futuristic mode of transport for the most primal form of all: our own feet.

First touch

First touch

The Tower of Saint James in Paris, France, is impressive. Its architecture is pure gothic in style, with all the ribs and nubbins favored by pigeons. It rises 203 feet from the base to the noggin of Saint James who teeters on top. This tower was our first touch with the Camino de Santiago.

Galumphing

Galumphing

The air was brisk that morning but Vicki cracked the window anyway. Her curls, ever ready to riot, seized upon the opportunity. They danced in the wind like the tendrils that dangle from a weaver-bird nest.

Farm of Dream

Farm of Dream

The Farm of Dream is a lodge nestled in purple hills above the Great Rift Valley. The nearby town, Karatu, is conveniently positioned between Lake Manyara and Ngorongoro Crater. Knobby-tyred rigs like TIK regularly rattle down its mudded street like a military convoy. Karatu’s nickname, unsurprisingly, is “Safari Junction.”

A Christmas card

A Christmas card

What a year! We saw lions rise from the tall grass to begin the hunt. We listened to the soaring of prayers and the whistle of an icy wind rising over the cusp of Kilimanjaro. We sang carols in the church where Jesus was born. We walked across Galilee—twice. And we stroked the face of the dying.

Something awful or wonderful

Something awful or wonderful

“Something, or something awful or something wonderful was certain to happen on every day in this part of Africa. Every morning when you woke it was as exciting as though you were going to compete in a downhill ski race or drive a bobsled on a fast run. Something, you knew, would happen, and probably before eleven o’clock.”

One full bus, many full hearts

One full bus, many full hearts

The challenge of moving 48 people through the land of the Bible is felt most acutely in Jerusalem’s Old City. Here, the rhythm of life lived within these walls collides with the press of new arrivals. Together, residents and pilgrims rush, gawk, worship, shop and gossip. The result can be chaotic, or at least have that appearance for first-timers. There is no tutorial for this school; one must simply dive in. 

Arusha meeting

Arusha meeting

The three of us were sitting at a table, poolside at Ilboru Safari Lodge. Mr Saif had come to review our itinerary, introduce us to our driver, and, of course, carry the news that Vicki would not be molding in her clothes.

And there I was when I woke up (part 1)

And there I was when I woke up (part 1)

This post continues the narrative of our recent safari experience in Africa. But it also serves as the first of a series. “And there I was when I woke up” will relate some memorable overnights in places around the world.

Taken for a ride

Taken for a ride

The driver in the stocking cap chose his route carefully. The sedan was not built for this kind of terrain. Time and time again we felt the thud of the frame bottoming out. The driver stopped, started, reversed course, chose a new tack and continued up the so-called street.

An uncomfortable arrival

An uncomfortable arrival

I hoped it was Arusha when we slipped in. It was hard to know in the dark. The tinting film stuck to the “taxi” windows, bubbled and peeling, made it even more disorienting. There were few working streetlights; those that did work revealed a shantytown in eerie hue. The driver, grimfaced under a stocking cap, looked straight ahead and never spoke a word. Vicki was unnerved.

Where the safari started

Where the safari started

Our flight into Zanzibar settled on the runway after midnight. I looked out the window. It was dark and soft like the inside of a smudge pot and there was little to see except the flashes of the ground crew. A tug swung around. Its lamps illuminated palm fronds just beyond the pavement. Dense vegetation completed the backdrop.

Notes from Karanga Camp, Kilimanjaro

Notes from Karanga Camp, Kilimanjaro

The following observations and reflections were made on the afternoon of July 22, 2019. On that day I reached Karanga Camp (elevation 12,992 feet) by foot. The camp rests directly under the peak of the Kilimanjaro.