The first day of the cruise, Steve from Canada said that people have been known to gain a pound a day on the ship. It's me. I'm people. We went on a five-day Carnival cruise to Cozumel in 2015, and I gained five pounds. We then went on a seven-day cruise to Alaska in 2016 and I gained seven pounds. This is an 18-day cruise. Losing a day at the International Date Line never came at a better time. We decided to spend some money and go on a galley tour yesterday. Not too different from any other industrial kitchen, but it was interesting to get behind the scenes and talk about the process of serving meals for 3000 passengers. Not surprisingly, a lot of time was spent talking about cleanliness and how they avoid contamination -- incredibly important, as it's probably ridiculously easy to spread food-borne illnesses across the entire ship if you're not careful. But we also learned about the crazy scale the galley staff has to deal with. The main four dining areas on the ship...
Don't get too excited -- we don't have COVID. I've just providing a COVID update because the things I should be writing about are... hard to write about. And updates like, "We spent the day at the beach!" are boring AF. So I'm filling some space with something easy and hopefully interesting. There's a COVID outbreak on the ship. Threads started popping up on the Facebook group for this cruise (there's apparently a Facebook group for every cruise) about an increasing number of crew members masking. Then we started getting posts from people being isolated on Deck 3 because they have COVID. Deck 3 started to have kind of an ominous feel to it. Like Room 101. Reports of cases vary from a few dozen to a few hundred. The most recent information we heard (from someone whose reliability is hard to determine) is about 100. That's 3.5% of the passengers. Is that a big deal? I don't know. What I can tell you is that I have no interest in getting it again,...
It was kind of a rough morning for me. We get off the ship tomorrow, and there are so many things to say goodbye to: goodbye to my routine of getting up and running on the track; goodbye to my plate of crispy bacon for breakfast; goodbye to trivia; goodbye to our stateroom; goodbye to the food and drink; goodbye to all the good people we've met (Pam, Di, Allen, Peter, Joanne, Bob, Brenda, Paul, Helen, Julie, Peter, Tim, Sylvia, Dennis, Ken, Steph, Jacinta, Michael, Patty, and more than a few others I'm neglecting to mention); goodbye to the evening hot tubbing; goodbye to the friendly staff we've made connections with; goodbye to the supper table that made us feel like part of a family these last 11-or-so days. But most of all, goodbye to the late nights on the upper decks, where it was just me, my thoughts, and this tiny speck of a ship in the incomprehensible inky vastness of an uncaring ocean stretching out in every direction everywhere forever. The water this morning w...
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