What can I get for you today, Mr. Sturgeon?
For my upcoming cruise, I need visions of typical Jamaican city streets, and don't skimp on the olfactory sensations—need to keep it real, mon. I also need a cruise ship swimming pool, and a few hundred extras, preferably good-looking ones, but I'll take whatever you have in inventory.
And for tonight’s dreams, I need images of my father morphing into a grizzly bear and chasing me through the woods. Oh, and you might as well give me a replica of my 8th grade classroom so I can realize in the middle of my math exam that I am not wearing pants.
That’s all?
Oh, don’t worry. I’ll be back for more.Inevitably, when these vacations begin, my newly formed memories overwrite the models I constructed in my mind. The visions I spent so much time cultivating always disappear, except that one time I made a conscious effort to remember them, just as an experiment. The actual overwhelms the anticipated, forever erasing these abstractions from the hard drive of my mind.
I’m certain that my brain isn’t the only one that works this way. Right?
Please tell me I’m right.
At some ports of call, the cruise ship ties up to a dock, and passengers walk onto shore. This was not the case at CocoCay. Everyone going ashore had to board a tender boat, which shuttled passengers from the cruise ship to the island. I decided to use my iBot wheelchair on CocoCay, because I knew there would be a lot of sand to navigate, and the iBot is the only wheelchair I have which can operate on sand.
We had reserved a cabana on CocoCay. This would give the six of us a private spot with some shade for the day. Tom and Diane, early risers that they are, took the first tender to shore and claimed our cabana. Somehow Andy and I became separated from Kim and Karen, and we each took separate tenders. Ship personnel arranged it so that I got on the tender last and got off it first, which suited me fine. Below is a photo Tom took as my tender approached, and a zoom of the same photo. Note that Andy and I are on the open deck, and all the other passengers are stuffed into a lower or upper compartment. I liked my spot.
As soon as I disembarked from the tender and headed for the cabana, an employee intervened to inform me that power wheelchairs can’t operate on sand. I politely told him to stand aside and watch. I left my signature all over the island.
We had a wonderful day on CocoCay, and on our voyage back to the ship Andy went out of his way to again stand with me on the deck of the tender. I suggested that his gesture was 20% brotherly love and 80% personal comfort. He didn’t deny it. Traveling with me isn’t all bad.
To be continued…
For part one, click here.
For part three, click here.
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Adventurous spirit have you, yes! Appreciate tales and pics :)
ReplyDeleteDarren, nice to hear from you!
DeleteJust did a long reply then accidentally erased it... Geez! Anyway, I had figured my cruise in Jan/Feb would be my last: I don't have a go-anywhere wheelchair, and though my EV Rider Transport was great for gate-to-gate movement and on the ship (mostly... older ships still have doors that are difficult to open, etc), it kind of restricted me from most off-ship excursions. Not being able to take my medical marijuana wasn't great, either. But the biggest problem was traveling in the winter. On the flight back we got stuck in Toronto because of the weather AND I caught some kind of virus that exacerbated my MS conditions so much that I couldn't even roll over in bed. But, maybe with right equipment and some way of reducing weather issues. I'd also rather not travel through the US again... maybe catch a cruise in the Caribbean.
ReplyDeleteTed, I'm sorry to hear about your travels. Frankly, I've been lucky even though I've had some exciting things happen like US air losing both of my wheelchairs once. I definitely recommend Caribbean cruises!
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