The following is my opinion and my take on cruising.
It was pleasant but different than I thought. From the onset I was a little disappointed. There was no great big send off party, No Grand Bon Voyage Party when we left port… no gala of streamers, confetti, screaming and laughing partying people. Waaa! I really believed that to some extent from the love boat. Afterall, I was a Cruising Virgin and wanted a big deal to be made of my Maiden voyage, but to no avail! No big bruhaha surfaced, not even a big blowing of the ship’s horns like my husband and I thought, and even the drinks that they provided, were made sure they “charged” to you, by asking quite tackily, I thought, for your cabin number and card.
As I said, never cruised before, I had never seen a stateroom either, but I knew they’d be small. Having said that, my husband did get us an upgrade, not a Suite, but a larger than average room with a deck. Thank God. It still was amazingly small, there was barely room for our suitcases in the supposed closet, the bathroom, with the reprehensible vacuum toilets were gross beyond words. The shower was really small, I had no problem, I am very petite, I just wonder how half of the other passengers fit, or maybe that’s why when I was downwind from a few the odor was so unpleasant. Maybe that was why the older woman insisted on wearing the whole bottle of perfume, instead of a few strategic drops on the pressure points as my mother taught me.
The deck was fabulous, quite roomy, with four chairs, and a little table. I wish the chairs were lounge chairs, there could have been 2 instead of 4 regular. Then I could have sunned and got greasy there and showered in complete privacy when the spirit moved me, even though the weather actually only permitted about 2 days for sunning while out to sea. C’est la vie!
As for the food, I thought there really was plenty and at any hour! I think that is why many people do cruise, they eat their way across the Pacific, and when they get there they go to WalMart! I swear. I am not kidding. When we got to the first island which was Hilo, the big island of Hawai’i, we got off to meet our tour guides to take a private tour we had arraigned through our Travel Agent, my brother-in-law. We were excited and a little worried about the time of the meeting and were checking our watches repeatedly. As we waited and people watched, we saw this long line. We asked what these people were waiting for and found they were waiting for a Tour Bus to none other than WalMart . Well, if that didn’t blow my mind, to come 4 days across the Pacific to get on a bus with a bunch of people to go to WalMart, it just seems kind of weird, to want to go to Hilo, Hawai’i and go to WalMart! Go figure! If that doesn’t prove the point that it takes all kinds in this crazy mixed up world, I don’t know what will!
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The Oracle Of Ahwatukee . . . 