Travel, when done right, is a window to the world. Its a way to experience personal growth. And sometimes it is none of that. Sometimes, it is about going to the cruise ship pool and doing laps, learning that your fat ass barely moves on the slide up on deck 12, eating delicious food is delicious, and on and on. That was the final three full days of our cruise.
We intended, originally, to depart via tender to Grand Cayman and snorkel off the shore. Then we saw that it was a long slow tender ride to the port on the island furthest from the area we wanted to snorkel. And it was cold and threatened rain. So we stayed on the empty ship, ate, slept, used the pool, sat in the lounge and drank, played tennis, whatever we wanted to do that wasn’t real activity. We work hard, we lounge hard. At night, we saw “That’s Entertainment”, the required production show that features Dancing Queen, as dictated by Maritime Law. There was also a suite only free drink session with the big wigs of the ship that we attended and talked to no one at except ourselves. There was free drink after free drink, and after 4 rum punches and a glass of wine, it is entirely honest to tell you that I wasn’t the least bit drunk. What a let down.