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A plane flies over HAL's Nieuw Amsterdam in Ft. Lauderdale, FL |
I’m back on
Holland America (HAL) for a seven day Western Caribbean cruise (on the msNieuw Amsterdam, October 21, 2018). HAL is
like an old friend- not much has changed, but so much has. HAL still has classy vessels with lots of live music and personal touches, such as
linens in the
restrooms instead of paper towels. Sailing on HAL is a lot how I
imagine sailing was back in the day.
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Linens in the public rest rooms rolled tight. |
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Hors d'oeuvres at social hour |
I’ve experienced, and have heard others talk about, a decline in customer service over the past few years.
I don’t recognize my room attendants, because I hardly see them-
gone are the days where they’d practically live in the hallway. I sort of miss hearing their "Good morning" sirs. I
can now sit at a bar and not have anyone come ask if I want a drink,
which used to drive me crazy, but now I just sort of feel ignored,
especially when I know there are
hors
d'oeuvres available and I just want to indulge because it’s
been two hours since I put food in my mouth, and I’m at sea, so obviously I need to eat.
The food is still
fantastic, the staff super friendly and the talent in the various
shows and music venues are talented and quite worthy of high
paychecks, which I have a feeling they don’t necessarily receive. I
especially enjoy that during the day, the entertainers are allowed to roam around
the ship. It’s fun rubbing elbows with them and having the chance to appreciate their work face to face.
This cruise line
tends to skew towards the more mature guest, which is another reason why I tend
to like them, as I enjoy the more sophisticated cruise experience.
I’ll trade in the fifty announcements a day for the belly flop
contests, the bingo games, the trivia challenges with ships on a
stick and silly prizes of key chains and pins for a bit of class and
sophistication. I like that I don’t have to shake my head in
disgust at the bubba’s wearing tee shirts and shorts to the main
dining room.
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Boozy cruise |
As one of the Carnival ships left ahead of us from Ocho Rios, the music kicked up a few notches from their Lido Pool and a maniacal man took the microphone. I couldn't understand what he was saying, but he brought the crowd to a frenzy with woos and roars. The sounds faded as the ship left; the party heading out to sea with booze-filled revelers enjoying what they hope to remember of it the next day. I admit, I did feel a twinge of jealousy, the excitement of an exuberant sail-away tends to carry one away. We had no real sail-away parties on our ship. But as that Carnival ship left, I swore I heard it 'hic' from all the alcohol.
Entertain Me
Some of the best entertainment comes from other guests. I was walking
to breakfast and overheard a couple discussing things to do. One
mentioned that there was a cooking show at 11, they were going to demonstrate fluffy omelets and blueberry pancakes. The woman said, “Oh, I
wonder if they’ll have free samples.” I shook my head. It was all
I could do to not say, “Um, hey, have you been to the Lido deck for
the all you can eat buffet? It’s free!”
At lunch,
I was looking for an empty table. I had ordered the burger from the
Dive In bar but had fixed some nachos as an appetizer while I waited
for the burger to be made to order. A couple recognized me and waved
me over. They seemed a bit familiar, so I acted like I knew them and
joined. As they began to bore me with the details of living in their
state, of the fires from last summer and the influx of craft
breweries, I wondered, “Who ARE these people? Where did I meet
them? How the hell do they know me and why am I eating lunch with
them?” Finally, as they finished their meal and got up to leave, I
saw the woman’s name on the name tag hanging from her neck and
realized that I had met them briefly at a bar the previous day. I
guess I made a good impression on them and was happy to spend some time talking with them.
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Birds of a feather? |
There’s a group of
Submarine vets on board. Next to us in port was another cruise ship.
The sub vet behind me was telling tale of being at sea to his wife
and new friends, and made mention that the ship next door had lowered
one of its tenders to ferry passengers to shore. I looked and saw
that there was not a missing tender- those being used, and in the
water below, were quite obviously not one of the tenders from the
ship. The open space was not for a tender, or life boat, but where the ships faster boat was stored. Hopefully, his role in the Navy was more as a grunt. I felt it
was best to say nothing.
The ship seems sort
of empty. Each night at dinner we marvel at how many open seats we
see around us. At our own table of eight, it’s
just been three of us. There was another couple the first night,
but I’ve not seen them since. Last night the three of us were
joking that we must have scared them away. I took the blame, having
the odd name of Penguin. “We’re not going back to table 50 for
dinner, David. That strange fellow with the bird name will be there.”
We all laughed. I did see them a few times later in the cruise, and
they always said hello and waved, so maybe it wasn’t me. And that's the beauty of cruises. You can create your own agendas and itineraries. It's all about options.
Today was a sea day.
I love sea days. I love the rolling of the ship and vibrations of the
engine. I love watching the water roll by and searching for life-
both above and below. When you work in aviation, you’re used to
looking up at aircraft. At sea, there are so few to be seen. All
evening, people I met asked how my day was, or wanted to know what I
had spent my day doing. “Oh, I did this and that...I didn’t leave
the ship, though.” That always gets a laugh.
Tonight’s show
blew me away. For years I’ve complained about Stiletto
Entertainment, the company who was contracted by HAL to perform the
shows. The singers are always of great talent, but the writing of the
shows were just awful. How many medleys do I have to endure? To accompany the great dancing and voices, there were spectacular sets-
which HAL has invested over $3 million in- phenomenal costumes, great
songs and strong choreography. After the show, I hunted down Nate,
our cruise director, to tell him how thrilled I was, as was everyone
around me. Later, I met Michael Hibbs, one of the dancers who I felt
stood out for his confidence and precision in his dancing, and how
well he plays to the audience. He was quite flattered and was my new
best friend.
My other favorite
entertainers are...well…all of them, really. The piano duo at
Billboard On Board, who sing and play all the greatest hits from the
sixties through today are a great asset to the cruise ship. The band
in the BB King’s All Stars Lounge really get the place rocking, and
it’s always fun to see how many people they can get on the dance
floor. There were two specialty acts, a funny comedian and a female vocalist, Derrick Cameron and Tricia Kelly.
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Mugging with the entertainment after the vocalist show |
I do miss the late
night disco up in the Crow’s Next, but I noticed that tonight,
after the All Stars show ended, they had a DJ take over, which wasn't advertised. However, I
left to hear the piano duo knock out great sing along tunes. If they would throw in a table of sandwiches
and chips late at night with some drink specials...
For a cruise line
that tends to cater more towards the older crowd, I’ve been
impressed at the amount of younger people on this cruise. I usually
feel as if I’m one of the younger people on any given ship. Not
this time. There are quite a few people in their 20s and 30s, and a
lot of eye candy, too. I’ve joked about how I must like older women
to enjoy cruising as much as I do, but I have found myself letting my
eyes wander at all the young, pretty ladies, and while enjoying the
gym and the spa package, feel quite inadequate working out next to
the young, studly men with all the muscles.
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Some of the young crowd late at night |
While in the Sea
View Pool tonight, just before sunset, watching the mountains of
Eastern Cuba float by in the distance, a couple emerged from the Lido
restaurant. The woman in her tight black dress was obviously
pregnant. The young man was also dressed in black. I was impressed at
how well the pants and suit matched, not a bit off color. He wore a
white shirt with no tie and the scruff on his face diminished the
older look the receding hairline was beginning to give him. She sat
down on a lounge chair facing Cuba and he stood in front of her
facing the pool. The seemed very European. The way he stood there was as if he was born to be
there, standing like that.
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Tendering in Half Moon Cay |
There are over 500
submarine veterans on board. For the most part, they are what you
would expect when you hear that a group of submarine veterans are
going to be on board. There are a lot of old men in ball caps with
ship names, vests full of patches and slow, pudgy white-haired
spouses. There are certainly a lot of walkers, canes, wheel chairs
and scooters on this ship, right now. But they are a really fun group
of people. I met some guys just after coming aboard on Sunday. One
asked me if I knew the two different types of ships. There are
submarines... and rest are targets. I told him that didn’t make me
feel any better, knowing I was on a target, and I hoped this would
not turn out to be a submarine voyage.
In the past, other
guests have called me cruise director. I’m known for being social,
sharing tables, introducing myself, and interjecting a bit of comedy
whenever I can. Today, while in the gym, I overheard a woman complain
that after she had just lost twelve pounds, she was concerned about
the fact that she’s already eaten ice cream twice, and this was
only day three. I told her not to worry, as I heard they remove the
calories from the ice cream. She took me a bit too seriously and left
in silence. She probably went for some ice cream.
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Lounging by the sea |
This afternoon, I
found a nice seat in the shade overlooking the Sea View Pool from
deck 10. All I wanted was a nice, quiet place to do some reading with
the Caribbean breeze keeping me cool. The position I found was near
the vent from the kitchen, where they were obviously baking bread,
another thing HAL is known for. There is nothing like the fresh-baked
bread on a HAL cruise ship, except, perhaps, for the aroma of it
baking! But then, I noticed that the pool on the deck below was now
entirely in the shade. Since I’m anti sun, I decided to give up on
reading and changed into my swim trunks for a dip in the pool and
time in the Jacuzzi- a decision well made! I enjoyed it so much that
an evening swim just before getting ready for dinner became
tradition.
Tomorrow is another
port stop, and I anticipate the masses leaving the ship to me and a
handful of others who, like me, won’t be leaving. I’ll work out,
enjoy the spa facilities, lunch with no lines, and the ability to
move from one end of the ship to the other without a wall of
slow-moving grandparents who have created a human wall armed with
walkers, canes and scooters, around which it is impossible to pass.
Ways I like to live
deliciously on a cruise ship:
Spa package. I wake
up, eat a light breakfast, explore the seas and horizons, or port
views, work out, lie in the relaxing thermal spa loungers, take a
steam bath, shower, Jacuzzi, steam bath, shower, lie a second time on
the thermal spa loungers. If time permits, repeat.
Lunch. Maybe a
freshly-made burger? Hand-thrown pizza? Sushi? Fish and chips?
Whatever- don’t pass on some dessert. Desserts used to be bland. Yay! Now they are tasty and hard to pass up.
Explore, then find a
shady spot and do some reading.
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Lunch from the Lido Buffet |
When at sea, watch
the waves float by. Count the seaweed. Look for whales. If you find
none, check the Lido pool.
High tea with scones
and dainties. It’s only been three hours since I last ate!
Nap. Preferably in a
shady and breezy spot on deck, or in my cabin.
Afternoon swim and
whirlpool on the Sea Deck.
Grab a cheese plate
and fresh-baked bread and enjoy with a glass of wine in my room as
I ready myself for dinner.
Happy hour with new
friends.
Dinner. If I can’t
choose between two items, I order both. If seated with great table
mates, order extra dishes to share! I've never had a bad meal on any of my Holland America voyages.
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Penguin and ice cream |
After dinner show in
the main stage.
Post show
entertainment.
Evening ice cream.
Time in my state room writing.
Bed time and
sleeping in late.
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Penguin with one of the on board penguins |
Penguin Anonymous
Part One
I really wanted some
anonymity on this cruise. The last time I sailed was the day of the
Dr. Dao incident, where a man was dragged off a plane in Chicago. For
the next few days, as we sailed across the Atlantic towards Lisbon,
news would come in about the incident. As I met more and more people,
they would ask me about it- had I heard the latest? (Duh.) What did I
think? Had I had anything like that happen on my flights? And more
annoying… “Let me tell you about what happened to my sister on
her flight to Boise a few years ago...” like I care. Let me tell
you horror stories about my interactions with your job while you’re
on holiday!
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In the ever-social Crow's Nest, deck 11 forward |
I’ve failed. I
keep meeting people and making new friends. Then I run into them
later and get distracted from my agenda of seclusion. Sometimes I am
good at remembering who they are. I was ordering a burger and had
been looking at the menu board. I turned to order to find standing in
front of me, a woman, who had not been there before. She figured out
that I was about to place my order and asked if she was cutting in
front of me. I stated that she was, indeed, but I was not concerned
about it, and invited her to continue. She insisted that I go ahead
and order, and we struck up a conversation. Later in the day, I
walked past her in the Gallery Bar, one of my favorite spaces on
board the ship, save for the annoying TV screens with sports. She
called out and asked if I was looking to cut in line. I asked her if
there was something going on that was worth cutting in line for.
After all, on a cruise, if you see a line, you tend to want to get
into it. It’s either involving delicious food, something being given away, or a chance to get
off and explore a new port destination.
I met a wonderful
couple from Nova Scotia and we were hitting it off quite well. They
asked what I did for a living, then realized that it came across as
rude, and said I needn’t answer if I didn’t want. I laughed, and
they looked at me quizzically. I had to explain that I was thinking
of telling people that I worked in the mail room, just to avoid
having to talk about my job while on vacation.
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There was even a book of penguins on board |
When you are
Penguin, you are quite memorable. Everyone knows the name and my
namesake is on all of my shirts. I can’t walk down deck three and not
hear the photography guy shout out, “Hey, it’s
King Penguin!”
Wish I had brought my crown! I am starting to feel like a big fish.
Tonight, I sat at
the Billboard On Board bar to listen to the fantastic piano duo. I
like to sit at the piano bar to watch the players pound the ivories
and hammer out hit after hit as the crowd, and I, sing along. I
turned to see who else might be in the bar and saw the older Jewish
couple I had met the night before. They waved, called my name and
seemed to want me to go join them. I turned again to sing along to
the band, not wanting to. Nice couple, with fantastic stories, but I wanted to sing
and not engage in conversation in a room where it was difficult to
hear, with a couple who had difficulty in hearing.
Later, one of the
entertainers I had met the night before came in and sat down. He was
by himself and waved to me- it was my new friend, Michael Hibbs. I love
meeting entertainers, so this time I got up and joined him at the
back of the bar. He informed me that he was not allowed to sit at the
bar unless there were no passengers there, and thanked me for joining
him. It was fun asking him questions about ship-board life as we
joined in singing along to the various chorus verses. I thought we
sounded quite good together. Did I mention that I had already had a
few drinks?
At the end of the
set, I was talking to the piano duo and mentioned that Michael and I
had discussed the practice of entertainers not eating in the main
dining room unless invited by guests. It didn’t dawn on me to
invite Michael to dinner, so I asked they would do so for me, as well
as extending the invitation to the two of them. They would join on our final night, but only half of the duo could make it. Your loss, Megan!
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Dinner with Michael from the piano duo, Michael Hibbs, the dancer, me, Annette and Matt, my table mates |
Drill Time
There was a life
boat drill on board. As a flight attendant serving on our local safety
committee, I found it quite interesting to observe- not only the
manner in which the life boats are swung out over the water and
eventually lowered into it, but at how the crew seemed to be learning
and taking instruction from others who were quite obviously astute at
what it took to orchestrate the abandoning of ship, even in drill
form. On another day, I was able to observe a man overboard drill. People kept commenting on how long it took to get the boat into the water, failing to realize that most occurrences take place at sea, and it takes time for the ship to come to a safe speed for which to lower a boat into the water.
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Lifeboat drill on Deck 3 |
Today’s port was
Ocho Rios, Jamaica. Most of the ship’s passengers were in port. I
worked out in the gym with only about five others. I had the thermal
spa to myself. I had the whirlpool to myself. I was in heaven. When I
was finished, I thought it must be about 12:30. I was an hour off.
How time flies when having fun! I went to the burger bar, The Dive
In, and had a burger and fries. They must be the best burgers at sea,
with fresh baked buns and crisp- as-hell fries. Love it!
For the fourth time,
I joined my table mates, Matt and Annette, in the Main Dining Room
for dinner. Talking to my table mates, from Washington state, is fun.
They are young, in love, with grown children, and seem to love life
in the same manner as I do. I gave them my card at dinner. I hope I
hear from them, but they are not on social media and never gave me
their information. As nice as it is to meet people, there are times I
guess you just know these people are only now people. Matt only
recently started drinking, so it was fun every night to hear of his
new drinking experiences that day. They attended mixology classes,
tried new drinks, went on booze cruises in port, and were really
enjoying their time away.
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A look at the anchor chain |
I tried something
new. I exfoliated. When I bought the spa package, it included an
exfoliation kit. It’s basically salt and seeds. It made a huge mess
in the shower, but it all washed down the drain just fine. My skin is
so freaking soft, I can’t stop touching myself. It’s very
awkward. I don’t care. Most of these people will never see me
again. Only a handful know who I am. I am Penguin, dammit. By the
way, I’m talking about my arms and face.
Three more nights
left. I really dislike how short a seven-day cruise feels after being
used to 13-16 day cruises. I keep getting lost on this ship, thinking
I’m going forward, when I’m going aft, thinking I’m port side
when I’m starboard. I’ll get the hang of things on day six. Then
I leave. That’s how it works. On the longer cruises, just as I
start to feel like I know the ship, I think to myself, had I been on
a seven day cruise, I’d be leaving tomorrow.
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Our voyage on the map |
The Wall
There comes a day on
each cruise where I hit a wall, much like a rogue wave that hits a
ship and turns it sideways. There is much food, so much drink, so
much fun, my body kicks in like, whoa, that’s enough. Slow down. We
can only handle so much vacation at one time. I know...it’s quite
odd. My whole life is a vacation. I’m not used to drinking this
much. I’m not used to the rich foods. I’m not even used to
working out so many days in a row. I’m not used to being so
friendly to so many people. I really am in introvert and I need my
time to recharge. And I know, that also sounds odd, as a flight
attendant, who is always on stage to make people feel welcome and
valued. I’m on vacation, so I don’t want to have be that person,
but I can’t help it.
To the lady looking
for the forward part of the ship, I am her guide. To the woman asking
how to get to the Lido buffet, ignoring the fact that the last thing
in life that you need is a buffet, I’m your guide. To the guy in
the seminar asking why there are 24 hours in a day and not ten, or
some derivative of ten, acknowledging that there are 13 lunar cycles,
I will mention that we live on Earth and not the moon, and there are
different lunar cycles than solar, and that we divided it into 24
because that is how many times twelve noon hits at the height of the
solar cycle, and you may shake your head like it’s the fault of the
man trying to sell you a shiny Tag watch, and you may disregard me as
some know it all, while the entire staff are secretly giving me fist
bumps and high fives for speaking up, which they can’t do, I am
your guide. Even if I may be, like you, on vacation. It’s hard to
turn it off.(I thought these Navy guys were all going to be smart!)
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Penguin towel in my room for down time |
With my walls caving
in on me, I took it easy for much of the day. After all, I am on
vacation. I awoke and commented out loud as I walked into the Lido
dining room, “What the hell are all of you doing here? Shouldn’t
you all be off the ship and exploring Grand Cayman? I had to wait in line for my
Eggs Benedicts, a wonderful Holland American tradition. I do ask for
double ham, as I find their slices to be quite thin. They oblige
without issue. I also love the crispy hash-browns, which always
compliments a full and quite healthy breakfast. Right? Whatever. At
least I passed on the freshly-baked cinnamon rolls. That’s no easy
task, as I’ve found in previous mornings perusing the lavish buffet
offerings. Avoid the temptation and order the free room service!
There are so many
interesting people on board. Some I meet fact to face. Others. I
overhear. As we left Georgetown, Grand Cayman, following the Carnival
ships with their wing-like smoke stacks, I was talking with a young
man from England and his girlfriend. I met him on our second day, as
he boarded the elevator going up, with his tattooed arms and
shoulders exposed and red as a lobster from a day spent in the sun.
His cute girlfriend with her blond curls clung close to his side but
never spoke to me. He was seated next to the pool with a man who
obviously was his grandfather. A man walked up to him, “You still look
hot. How is your sun burn feeling?” The young muscled man answered
that he was doing quite well. His girlfriend shot a glare that
burned through him, the most animated I’d ever seen her. I
laughed, and the sun tanned youth looked at me quizzically. He was
obviously being hit on. I mean, come on… “You still look hot?”
That’s a come on if I ever heard one. The man moved on, stumbling a
bit.
The entertainment on
this ship has been phenomenal. The show with the dancing cast a few
nights ago was filled with song and dance sequences that really
dazzled. I made these comments to Nick, the cruise director. As
much as he appreciated hearing my praise, it was nothing compared to
the feedback from one of the dancers, when complimenting his
confidence in his dancing. He really looks like he’s enjoying what
he’s doing, not just making a stage smile for the audience. The
second show, while packed with great voices, more excellent costumes
and live music, was not as spectacular. Never a fan of medleys, as
I’ve mentioned, that’s pretty much all it was, save for a few
full songs, including a duet with a performance of Whitney Houston
that had me in tears during the song and on my feet at its
conclusion. They should create a show like that! Singing with legends!
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Me with our Cruise Director, Nick |
As I waited to speak
to Nick, he was getting an ear full from a woman who had obviously
had a few more sheets added to the wind than most. She was
complaining about things a cruise director has no influence over.
When she finally stumbled away, Nick extended his hand and we
exchanged pleasantries. I leaned in and said, “So, I want to
discuss with you my displeasure in the quality of toilet tissue on
this ship. I know you can do something about this.” He laughed out
loud, and we spoke at length at how similar our jobs can be in
dealing with some interesting characters.
Penguin Anonymous
Part Two
One of the things I
really used to love about HAL cruises is the daily high tea service.
It’s just so proper. I cruise to experience what it must have been
like back in the heyday. This cruise, I have given up on my daily
high tea experience, realizing that I can have tea on my own, when I
want it, where I want it, and as necessary...alone.
It’s always the
same. I walk into the main dining room for tea at 3:00. I’m seated
at a table with people I have yet to meet. So here I have to decide
once more, do I lie and tell everyone I work in the mail room of an
insurance company ensuring no more talk of work, or I do spend the
next half hour holding court answering questions about my job, my
route, how long we stay in a city, or giving my opinion on what their
cousin Frank should do about the horrid experience he had on my
airline six months ago?
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There were 7 ships in port in Cozumel |
Next, I use my poker
face to hide any reactions watching these heathens fail at how to
take tea properly. I soon get over this as I realize that the service
is spotty. Sometimes I get passed by with the one tray of food I’m
interested in. On this sailing, a tea was poured into my cup. It was
black English tea. I don’t drink black English tea. Time was, you
got a cup of hot water and prepared the tea yourself. Oh, wait. We
are dealing with a majority of heathens who can’t prepare a proper
cup of tea.
Soon, the captain
will make an announcement about the trip and expected weather, but I
can’t hear it because no one shuts up to listen. They keep going on
about the shop where they bought their blouse, the lousy pour of the
bar drinks at that one bar they go to back home, or about their kids
having another baby soon, which means they’ll want to book another
cruise to avoid baby sitting duties.
One tea on this trip
was enough for me to realize that I can simply gather a cup from
numerous locations around the ship, as well as some dainties or small
sandwiches- if I’m even hungry- from the Lido buffet or up in the
Crow’s Nest, which, on this ship, has been converted into a game
room, cum library, cum shore excursion HQ. It’s still a nice place
to sit and meet, while taking in the expansive views from twelve
floors above the water, looking over the bow of the ship.
Doppelgangers
My friend Kevin
spoke up as soon as I mentioned this cruise on social media, saying
he wanted to come along with me. We were in a mutual friend’s
wedding and we’ve known one another for a long time. I’ve always
enjoyed his company and picking his sharp mind. He had to back out,
in the end, which is why I’m on board solo. He is, however, on
board. At least, someone is on board who looks so much like him, it’s
all I can do to not go up to him and ask why he didn’t just say he
wanted his own state room.
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Ben Franklin and Penguin |
Also on board is my
best friend from LA, Shawn, complete with lanky legs and intense
brown eyes, only about 15 years younger. Tonight, I met Ben Franklin-
got my photo with him, to boot, if you don’t believe me. That’s
not all. I sat next to a man last night who looked so much like New
York Mayor, Ed Koch, I thought I heard taxis honking on the street
outside.
I did a double-take
when I saw a woman at lunch who looked just like the one I dated
years ago. I longed to go engage her in conversation, but her large,
brutish husband kept me seated securely in my table across the room,
far from his fists.
Then, there’s
Lewis CK. He’s on board. I actually do believe it’s really him,
however. That’s exciting. I’ve not had the chance to get up close
to meet him, and I’d break my Penguin silence to do so, even if I
have to hear him complain about flying. Then suddenly, I never saw
him again. I think he must have been on board to discuss upcoming
entertainment options and returned home from one of the port stops.
Branding
Everyone knows that
I’m a brand ambassador for Holland America. I love the classic
style, the smaller ships, the little touches, the live music. I have
more status on other lines, and while there is a cruise ship for
every person, something good about every cruise line, I’ve found a
line that I love in Holland America.
I think one thing
that kept dawning on me, since it’s been about three years since my
last sailing on this cruise line, is finding disappointment at some
of the changes I noticed. The funny thing is hearing the same
comments from others when making mention of it. One person even told
me that Holland America is known for change. So if you’re listening
HAL, I just want to say stop it. I’ve found what I like. If you
keep changing things, if you keep wanting to be like the other cruise
lines with their brassy looks and huge ships, then I might as well
just leave now and try Princess, or RCL.
The biggest appeal
to me in a cruise vacation is being that I am no CEO of a
corporation- my bank account is far less limited, my bar tab will not
be able to fund small third-world countries- but when I sail on HAL,
I feel like I’m royalty. For the time I’m on board the ship, I’m
just as rich or as important as all the other guests. My fine watches
tick the same as theirs, and I do have some fine watches. Maybe I
don’t have the big suite or priority boarding or free laundry
service, but when I’m sitting at the table enjoying tea, or
ordering wine with my meal, or enjoying a culinary class on board, no
one else knows that. That’s a secret between you and me.
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Grand foyer centerpiece |
Other cruise lines
nickle and dime everything. They throw in all these specialty
restaurants and charge more money. Want to use the dry sauna? On HAL,
it’s included. Others have the belly flop contests and chug-a-lugs
and ships on a stick prizes. I enjoy my rolled rest-room linen
instead of paper towels. I relish the fresh flowers all around me. I
gawk at the pieces of art aboard the vessel. I cherish the
opportunity to, for a week, enjoy a nightly dinner and a show. Ah,
the delicious life.
In the past, some of
the shows have been disappointing, and I’ve never held back in
stating my opinions. The talent is usually there, but the shows were
simply lacking in appeal or relevance. There is a lot of talk among
passengers and crew of entertainment changes coming to Holland
America in the near future, and some, it seems, may be relegated to
larger ships only. HAL has gone the route of branding with so many
icons, it’s hard to tell upon which cruise line I’m sailing. The
NY Times, Oprah, America’s Test Kitchen, XTC Tours, The Lincoln
Center, Billboard Music, BB King- all have good billing on board.
While one of my
favorite things on HAL sailings are the options for live music, I’m
hearing tale of fewer stage shows in favor of more music walk venues.
Instead of dinner and a show, as rumor has it, soon it will be
dinner, and then walk up and down deck 2 for the entertainment. There
will be five or so acts in various locations, all with three shows a
night. You go from one to the other. You have to chase down the
entertainment. And on the main stage will be acts brought in from
here and there.
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Steak and lobster dinner |
I noticed how the
classical music that used to play before dinner now has show times
that do not always revolve around dinner time, and some nights, there
was no performance at all. Gone are the times they would come into
the dining room and play a few songs between sets in their own venue.
Not a single night was I able to enjoy a glass of wine and listen to
classical music before taking my seat at dinner.
As far as options,
it sounds great on paper. But even with just the two main late-night
music venues on Nieuw Amsterdam this past week, I was
entertainment-deprived! I loved the piano duo sing along in the
Billboard On Board lounge, but I also loved the BB King All Stars.
One group takes a break, so head to the other venue. Then, they take a
break, and the first venue just finished their show. Ugh.
Normally, things on
Hal cruises shut down early. They are known for not having the
youngest crowds on board. There’s nothing worse for an artist than
performing to an empty room on a ship with a few thousand guests.
This cruise was different, and where I normally seem to shut the ship
down at night, I never left for my cabin where there weren’t tons
of fellow cruisers out, playing in the casino, sitting in the empty
Lido Buffet (because it closes far too early), looking for more
entertainment and things to do. It was a bit Twilight Zone to hear
people, and not just the young ones, comment that there wasn’t
enough to do late at night. Maybe it has come time for me to start
checking out other cruise lines. Just as I earn my third star in
HAL’s Mariner Society.
Speaking of Royalty
There is a head of
state who is surrounded by all things luxurious. There is wealth at
his finger tips. There are assistants at his beck and call. At times,
he must give audience to those he might rather stick a fork in his
eye than to endure another ten minutes of them going on about
themselves and their dreary little lives. But I digress.
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Feeling fairly regal |
When I’m enjoying
my cruise, I feel like such a head of state. I wear my best watches
and turn my manners up to ten. I can converse with the cream of the
crop as easily as with the crew. My bed is made each day and turned
down. I am treated to live entertainment. Champagne often flows. And
there are times I must give audience to people I really hope to never
see again, and for the life of me, while they know who I am, I keep
mulling over in my mind who the hell they are and when did we meet?
As long as I keep smiling and nodding, they think I’m actually
interested in what they say. Why I do that, I don’t know. I’m not
head of state and I don’t need their vote!
I don’t have a big
bank account, but I live a wealthy life. I surround myself with great
people, adventure, good taste, as much laughter as possible, and
allow myself the freedom to take advantage of things in life that I
value, that provide the opportunity to grow and advance, and expose
me to new ways of looking at things.
It was so
interesting to disembark from the ship today and head outside to
await my prearranged transport to the air terminal for my flight
home- what felt like should have been a private plane after the week
of pampering I just enjoyed. What I found so amazing was that I was
still surrounded by all the passengers on my ship...I even recognized
quite a few…but there were so many people I had never seen before.
Again, this is why I enjoy smaller ships. How many times have I met
fun and interesting people on one of the last nights of the cruise,
to hear, “Why didn’t we meet this Penguin guy sooner?” I know!
Why?
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My new friend, Michael, and staff wave farewell |
I suppose this is
the reason why Penguin Anonymous failed. I keep searching for
interesting people, good times, opportunities. Those don’t often
present themselves in a vacuum. This is also partly why I enjoy
sailing solo. With a group of people, all doing the same activities,
sharing tables and tours, it’s more difficult to make those
connections that leave you searching for people on the last night to
exchange contact information. Some people, as I mentioned are only
now people, but I have quite a few friends from past cruises who I’m
still in touch with, and love hearing from. Adding to that list is
something I like to do.
Inside the airport,
checking in for my flight home, I encountered people from the hotel
before the cruise, who had spent the past week on other ships. I
almost wanted to ask how their vacations went, but I had gone back
into introvert mode and needed to recharge.
I slipped past
security without incident, and now that I was back in my world, as an
aviation worker, returning to my turf, boarded my flight home having
to take the jump seat in the aft galley because the flight was full
and I was flying standby. It was a disappointing way to end a week on
one of the better ships upon which I’ve sailed, but it’s this
that allows me the opportunity to experience vacations at sea. I
spotted some of my HAL ship mates on board my flight, as I sort of
hid in the back galley. I half expected to hear my name being
shouted. “There’s that Penguin fellow! Let’s have a chat!” Maybe next time, my friends. See you on board!
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Some happy cats when I got home for nap time! |
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