In Transit On The High Seas: Day Six
3/13
The city of Freeport is a taxi-ride away from Port Lucaya, where the Norwegian Gem docked, and I just didn't feel like making the trip. I did get off the ship for a little while, though, to walk around the local Straw Market and take some pictures, mostly of a bold and curious lizard. I didn't buy anything at the market, as they (for the most part) had the exact same wares as the market from the day before.
I tried to shake my malaise by getting involved in some things on the ship, like jumping in for the "third period" of a field hockey game--held on the tennis court--against the ship's crew. It was a lot of fun, and I met some interesting folks with whom to talk hockey; the next best thing since I can't actually watch any on the ship!
It also reminded me that I'm out of shape. Terribly, terribly, out of shape. On the plus side, my sunburn is almost gone, having evened out nicely. If nothing else, the cruises ahead will give me ample time to work on my tan.
Later in the evening, I visited the steakhouse for my victory dinner. The work is done. I have saluted it with steak and scotch.
The performer this evening is the comedian Ross Bennett. He's not bad; presumably, being on a cruise ship limits him in the jokes he can make, but otherwise his demeanor reminds me of Lewis Black. The night before, I'd gone to see a magic act: Duck Cameron and (The Lovely) Nika. He was good...nothing too far out of the pale, but his stage presence and general presentation were excellent; I believe I've seen him on TV before.
But that's about it; we left port at about 3:00, and I'm having to get my sea-legs back all over again. I'm not the only one, though, as people ahead of me in the hallway abruptly lurch from side to side as well.
The city of Freeport is a taxi-ride away from Port Lucaya, where the Norwegian Gem docked, and I just didn't feel like making the trip. I did get off the ship for a little while, though, to walk around the local Straw Market and take some pictures, mostly of a bold and curious lizard. I didn't buy anything at the market, as they (for the most part) had the exact same wares as the market from the day before.
I tried to shake my malaise by getting involved in some things on the ship, like jumping in for the "third period" of a field hockey game--held on the tennis court--against the ship's crew. It was a lot of fun, and I met some interesting folks with whom to talk hockey; the next best thing since I can't actually watch any on the ship!
It also reminded me that I'm out of shape. Terribly, terribly, out of shape. On the plus side, my sunburn is almost gone, having evened out nicely. If nothing else, the cruises ahead will give me ample time to work on my tan.
Later in the evening, I visited the steakhouse for my victory dinner. The work is done. I have saluted it with steak and scotch.
The performer this evening is the comedian Ross Bennett. He's not bad; presumably, being on a cruise ship limits him in the jokes he can make, but otherwise his demeanor reminds me of Lewis Black. The night before, I'd gone to see a magic act: Duck Cameron and (The Lovely) Nika. He was good...nothing too far out of the pale, but his stage presence and general presentation were excellent; I believe I've seen him on TV before.
But that's about it; we left port at about 3:00, and I'm having to get my sea-legs back all over again. I'm not the only one, though, as people ahead of me in the hallway abruptly lurch from side to side as well.
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