February 12th, 2009


Sail Strong: Day 4

It's really peaceful when you stand on deck, can see all the way to the horizon, and can just watch the world slip by above and below you. The clouds move faster than the seem they should be moving, and the water is just constantly sliding by like a deep blue treadmill beneath.

Our second full day at see was a little more sedate. At least at first. Most folks slept in, so breakfast was either room delivered (room service knocked so loud on Sister unit's door that even *I* heard it at 5AM), or people hit the buffet. I had Wife for the week's bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch, and followed it up by raiding Sister unit's breakfast tray for a second bowl.

Then it was shower time, and off to the next round of wine tasting. This time, old world wine. It was a better selection than the day before, but BOY am I spoiled when it comes to wine.

Lunch was burgers on the Lido deck, followed by margaritas on the Lido deck, followed by a brief nap, and wine on the Lido deck. It was really just a casual hanging out day.

More nap was had, and then it was time to get ready for dinner. I had Pork Loin and Polenta. Nom nom nom.

Then we all decided to go hit one of the night clubs for some fun. We started in Blues, the piano bar. But it was a little smokey in there, and the food coma everyone was dealing with made sure that most of the folks had their "nah nah baby pants" on, so there was about an hour of bar-hopping and pouting by various folks, but then eventually everyone settled back into Blues and had some fun. Ed (remember the spider monkey guy?) demanded at some point during the night I had to sing.

Well eventually I ended up with a mic in my hand, but swore I knew no lyrics to any songs. So I just turned to the piano player and said "Give me a blues riff." And he did, and I made up a song (it wasn't that great), and everybody cheered.

A few more drinks, and it was bed time. Except that I couldn't sleep. So I ended up wandering the ship until about 4:30 in the morning. It's really quiet then, while everyone is sleeping. Go figure.

I think I finally dozed off around 5:30...

No Problem, Mon: Day 5

We had no excursions planned for Jamaica, so we were able to take our time in the morning, get some breakfast, and hit land after the mad rush was done.

Coming into port, it was kind of strange to see land after two days of just water on the horizon, but we adjusted quickly. There was another Carnival ship in port as well, the Valor.

Getting off the ship, we were, of course, accosted by the locals who wanted to get their picture taken with us. Then we went through 'customs' into the big, open warehouse that served as the port terminal.

We all shelled out $15 for the "Hot Spot" shuttle, which took us through some of the craft markets that no one waned to stop at, and then to Margaritaville. Can you say tourist trap folks? I knew that you could. The music was good, and the food was good, and the drinks were good, but they were WAY too expensive.

On the plus side, though, there was a 110 foot water slide down into the ocean, water trampolines and other fun aquatic stuff you could do without waiting a half an hour after you'd eaten. The water was amazingly blue, the sky was dotted with white, fluffy clouds, and there were boats and catamarans everywhere.

As a matter of fact, one of the catamarans pulled right up to Margaritaville, where we noticed that, "Hey! That catamaran is filled with people who aren't wearing any clothes!" Unfortunately, they weren't very sexy. In fact, they were kinda old and droopy. Most of them put on clothes and came to Margaritaville for lunch. A few sat near us, and from them we found out that a Nudist group had chartered the ENTIRE SHIP in port with us for a Naked Cruise. Everyone on the Valor except the crew was nekkid.

With that comforting thought in mind (WHAT DO THEY DO AT DINNER?!?!) we wandered up the strip for a ways, doing some shopping. I bought Stanley a new shirt. Everyone else bought booze. And we wandered aimlessly for a while before heading back shipwards.

As the ship left port, many of the Naked Cruise folks came to their balcony to wave to us, and we waved back, although without as much skin showing.

Then there were naps before dinner, which was as good as always.

Post dinner, another trip to Blues, where the piano player and my family for the week got me to make up another song, then off to the Degas Lounge to watch the "R Rated Gameshow" which was all about sexy questions. If Chris, our host, had been a little more experience actually hosting this kind of stuff, the event probably would have been funnier than ti was.

Bed came none too soon for me, as my lack of sleep filled night was really catching up to me.