Sunday, February 24, 2013

1/25/2013 Bonaire Island - Guest Blog written by JT Giesbrecht


We were told that Bonaire was known for its snorkeling and diving and assured it was the calmest of the ABC islands.  And that it was. 

A crew member named, Fay, offered to let us snorkel with him in the morning since he was familiar with the reefs in the area.  We gladly accepted his offer after hearing that a female crew member was cut pretty badly during her last snorkeling excursion.  One of the highlights of our day in Bonaire was being charged 'crew pricing' for our gear and water taxi to Klein islet.  Finally, being the youngest passengers has paid off, in the tune of $7 each!

Once we arrived at the islet we were told to put our stuff on the beach and walk down until we see a break in the reef.  We tasked Fay with this important step as it all looked like one giant reef to us.  The water was a bit rough and there was a steep 50 foot drop off once we crossed to the other side of the reef.  That is when the panic set in for Chalu.  She was doggy paddling with a look of terror on her face.  Fay calmly swam towards her and escorted her back to shore, all the while I'm intermittently yelling at her, "Keep your feet up!!” to help her avoid massive coral reef injuries to her legs.  I just assumed she would meet us back on the beach but that was not the case.  Ten minutes into our snorkeling I felt a firm tug on my leg and quickly turned around to see Chalu thoroughly enjoying herself in the water.  During the excursion we saw a large eel weaving its way through the corral and were graced by the presence of thousands of fish.  All the while I couldn't shake the voice of Ellen DeGeneres as Dory each time I saw a Blue Tang swim past us.

We decided to find some free Wi-Fi on land for the remainder of our time in Bonaire.  Wi-Fi is not easy to consistently find or use but it sure beats $.49-$.75 a minute on the boat when it does work.  Once we accomplished our goal we were ready to head back to the boat. By our watch it was 4:20pm and the all aboard was posted at 4:30.

As we were entering the ramp we heard the massive horn which is really just a loud mating call for all of the passengers to get the hell on the boat.  Since we had not yet seen the crew leave a port we decided to go to deck 6 to observe the action.  Little did we know that if you are not on the boat 20 minutes prior to all aboard they start looking for you?  This includes an intercom call across the whole ship, calls to your cabin, and the dreaded acquisition of your passport in preparation to hand it off to the port authority.

 An elderly gentleman was nowhere to be found and at 4:28 they had his passport in hand and we could hear their frustration that the port authority wasn't there yet for the hand off.  By 4:32 the handoff was complete which technically means that when the left passenger tries to get back on the ship he or she will instead be handed his or her passport and told to find their own way out of the country.  Fortunately for this older gentleman, he was able to catch them at the gate at 4:34 and was escorted back to the boat.  The onlookers erupted in cheering applause, which we later learned infuriated the cruise director and captain.

In closing there were 3 life lessons during our time in Bonaire:

1.  Say what you mean and set proper expectations.  If the boat really wants you to board at 4:10 instead of 4:30 then simply tell us so and don't treat folks like criminals until they are actually late.

2.  Being able to overcome fears in order to take advantage of adventure will typically lead to a happier life.

 3.  If someone assumes you're someone you're not, quickly consider the pros and cons of taking on this identity.

Friday, February 22, 2013

1/24/2013 - Curaçao Island

Our next stop was Curaçao (pronounced [koo-r-uh-sou]), which represents the “C” in the ABC Islands.  The island was founded in 1499 by the Dutch and given the name “Curaçao”, which means “heart” in Portuguese. The Island is world renowned for its orange liqueur by the same name. Until I visited this fair island, I neither knew that the blue-colored liqueur was actually orange-flavored nor the correct pronunciation of Curaçao (frequently referring to the sweet liquid as blue [ka-rawk-co]).


Upon arrival to Curaçao the first thing you notice are the many colorful Dutch style buildings lining the water way.  Like Aruba, this island is rich with culture, language and architecture.  Curaçao is the largest most populous of the three islands we visited and the city of Willemstad reminds me of a much smaller Amsterdam. We toured the island to see the unique culture, lush vegetation as well as the lengthy and complicated history involving a once substantial Jewish population.
One of the most abundant wildlife in Curaçao  are the Iguanas, which are small reptiles that live in trees and also prevalent throughout South America. You can see Iguanas running along the streets and rural pathways.On a stop during the tour, a local was selling Iguana soup from a crockpot outside a gift shop.
I couldn’t resist (when in Rome and all) and was horrified when I went to take my first bite and noticed that the each piece had a slimy reptilian skin still attached.  I thought I was eating a piece of the Queen reptile in the V television series. (I know I am dating myself. However, if you knew what I am talking about then you are old too).  Nevertheless, I sucked it up figurative and literally and got my head in the game.  After a mental battle with the consistency, I concurred with the locals that Iguana does in fact taste a bit like chicken.After our tour, we searched for Wi-Fi, had a late lunch at a cute little sidewalk café and then sat along the waterway sipping cocktails well into the night.  The area was lively at night with bands playing Latin tunes and the locals chatting and celebrating over cold beer.  Sea water feeds a water way through downtown Willemstad and a pedestrian bridge crosses to allow the locals and tourist to go to and fro.  The interesting thingabout the bridge is that it is motorized by a boat propeller and can be moved toan open or shut position allowing boats and ships to pass through the waterwayand access the ship dock.  Although Curaçao was mostly uneventful, I did find meaning in the motorized bridge. In life, the land of Curaçao represents your heart.  Similar to the pedestrian bridge, your heart will get walked on by people in a hurry to go to and fro; however, one must be flexible to open your gate and allow magnificent vessels big and small to pass through and gain access.

Thursday, February 14, 2013

1/23/2013 Aruba Island & The odd couple

Next stop was the ABC Islands.  Aruba was the first stop of the three Islands we visited of the six that make up Dutch Antillean.  Aruba’s history is quite intriguing. The first settlers derived from Venezuela more than 4500 years ago.  Later another group known as the “Caiquetios” arrived 1000 years later to populate the island.  In 1499 the Spanish laid claim, but ignored Aruba for nearly 16 years until the entire population of natives where transported to Santo Domingo (now known as Haiti and the Dominican Republic) to work as slaves. Shortly after the Dutch gain dominance and have maintained control to this day with the exception of a very short English rule in the 19th century.
                           
This is my third time in Aruba. The island itself is very aired and the terrain reminds me of Arizona. The island has an interesting mix of people and cultures including Pilipino, Chinese, Spanish and Dutch. Although all the Arubans speak English, visitors to the island will frequently hear a local language known as Papiamento. Papiamento is a creole language derived from African dialects and either Portuguese or Spanish, with some influences from Amerindians, English, and Dutch.

Again, we walked the island and looked for sites. Mostly, we met random Arubans and proceeded to ham.  We hung out at the gorgeous beaches and stopped to window shop here and there.
My favorite stop was a place called the “Local Store”, which was a bar with free wifi and local drinks.  I partook of the local snacks Pastechis (ham and cheese turnover) and Croquettes (similar to a large eggroll filled with a mystery meat) and sipped rum and coke. The bar tenders where young and cute just like we like them.  We snapped a few photos and later danced toSpanish music in the upper bar.

I think the most interesting things were actually happening on the ship, which leads me to my second couple to highlight, Basil and Dan.  Basil and Dan are a petite Jewish couple from Manchester England.  Tracy and I met Basil while chatting with other guest in the atrium of the ship. Somehow, we had broached the subject of booty sizes in Brazil. During that conversation, one of the guests mentioned a report of women getting ripped off and poisoned by a scammer that was injecting a magical plumping elixir into their derrières, which turned out to be “fix a flat”.  Upon over hearing this report as she walked past, Basil was taken aback, inviting herself into the conversation to warn in her proper, slow and deliberate English accent, “If your bottom is too large then eat less. If it is too small, well then, learn to live with it.” From that point on Basil was an immediate favorite of the clams. At seventy years plus, Basil is no more than five foot tall with a sturdy frame, short grey hair, a pleasant round face and a forever pensive look as if she is constantly contemplating solutions to all the world’s problems. Basil was easy to chat with, because she did most of the talking and was always generous with advice. Although she was quite loquacious, her smile, warmth and English practicality were irresistible.

Dan, Basil’s husband for the last forty-six years, turns out to be quite different in disposition.  Dan stands less than five foot six inches and looks twenty years younger than his staggering age of eighty-six. Dan is all about efficiency and amazingly high-tech for his age. Not only does he have a functioning Ipad, he also writes e-books on how to stay fit and youthful as a senior in his ample spare time. He is an avid swimmer and has a speedo for every mood.  Dan frequently interrupted conversations and would politely offer to leave Basil “to chat with her new friends” if the venture or conversation extended beyond his short attention span.    

Basil and Dan recently moved back to the eastern part of London to reconnect with their roots. Basil gave me detailed stories of how she and Dan had met nearly 5 decades ago through a family match maker.  She had been married once before and didn’t want to go the tradition route of meeting men. Dan shared his recollection of riding in a horse-drawn taxi at the age of four and tales of his journeys to America on a merchant navy ship after World War II. According to Dan, the ship was transporting, “pregnant English Gals that had married ‘Yanks’ during the war. Of which, most returned to Brittan after being stood-up by their new American husbands.” Dan also took great pleasure in teaching me and Tracy a few proper English terms such as “Rubbish” and “inverted commas” (to mean air quotes) mixed with a bit of Cockney slang like using apples as a euphemism for stairs.

The most interesting tidbit I gathered from Dan and Basil was their current living arrangement. After moving back to London and selling a summer flat on Tenerife Island (part of the Spanish Canary Islands off the northwest coast of Africa), they decided to move to a retirement apartment building.  This by itself is not interesting; however, in an effort to fully enjoy their surroundings, they decided to live in separate apartments across the hallway from one another. Basil wakes up late and enjoys a leisurely breakfast and read of the paper. Differently, Dan often rises early and takes a swim and then has a nap after lunch. Basil reported that they typically meet for a nightly supper at her slightly larger flat unless Dan is distracted by a football match, whereas, he has to find his own dinner between goals.  According to Basil, the two years of this arrangement have worked well allowing them to pursue their own interest.  Although Dan and Basil have an atypical situation, I see their true affection shine through when Dan gloats about how their children adore Basil and how the biggest joy in life is finding the right partner. I have always said the key to long successful marriage was separate rooms, little did I know it was separate flats!

Saturday, February 2, 2013

1/21/2013 Grand Cayman & Boat Dramas Begin


GRAND CAYMAN ISLAND

Our second stop was Grand Cayman Island. In 1503 the Cayman Islands were first coined islands Las Tortugas by Columbus, who first discovered the islands following a swarm of turtles. The island was uninhabited until the 1660s, when a few British Army deserters made the Tortugas their home. Shortly after, the British laid claim to the island and have maintained the colony under the crown to this day. The main industry of the island was salvaging wrecked ships that collided with the coral reef surrounding the beaches.

In Grand Cayman, Tracy, Jesus and I walked aimlessly for about half an hour and then decided to take a city bus to the 7 mile Island. The transit system on Grand Cayman is markedly different than the bus systems I experienced in the US. The busses consist of small vans that come and go on no particular schedule, while making countless unplanned stops. Additionally the bus hosts a front-seat worker next to the driver, whose main objective is to recruit any obvious tourist or befuddled pedestrian alongside the locals that catch a daily ride to work.

Grand Cayman was mostly uneventful. However, the dramas on the boat were starting to bud.  There are three couples that are filling our travels with entertainment and intrigue.  The first couple to highlight is Bonnie and Phil.  We were paired with these two as dinner guest on the third night of our trip. Bonnie is a handsome, petite, southern bell in her late seventies, who currently lives in South Carolina.  Phil is a former Motor City executive in his early eighties, short and husky with a stunning crop of wavy white hair.  Bonnie has one marriage, one divorce and two grown boys under her belt. While Phil boasts two daughters, two ex-wives (one of which was extremely wealthy) and countless “lady friends” through the years.

Bonnie and Phil seem quite hip and have a surprisingly modern relationship. They originally met in 2002 on a blind date that was arranged by the daughter of Phil’s former lady friend, who had recently passed away.  According to Phil, he had several blind dates the same weekend he met Bonnie. This is not at all hard to believe considering women live longer than men, which makes a healthy vivacious seventy some male very desirable.  Their first meeting went swimmingly, as Bonnie put it in her sophisticated southern draw, “Phil didn’t ask for an early bird or senior discount and didn’t use a coupon, so I knew he was alright.” After a few months of back and forth telephone conversations, Phil invited Bonnie on a cruise. When Bonnie took too long to accept his invitation, Phil called Bonnie’s 99 year-old mother, Cici, to ask if, “Bonnie could come on the trip.”  Cici replied with enthusiasm that. “If Bonnie doesn’t come along, then I surely will.”  Phil chuckled recalling Cici and said, “I couldn’t have kept up with Cici. She used to go so fast, zooming down the halls nearly jogging with her walker.” Well Bonnie figured she better not let her 99 year old mom out do her and decided to come along. Phil and Bonnie have been traveling together, seeing the world ever since. Between the two of them, they’ve been to 7 continents and countless countries.

Nowadays, Phil makes an eleven hour car ride from Detroit to see Bonnie in Charlotte. I was amazed that he travels straight through and so far. I cannot imagine a much younger man making an eleven hour drive to see me once, let alone on a regular basis. They remain unmarried, because as Bonnie puts it, “it would never work out. These old men are high maintenance and expect you to wait on them.” Phil summed things up by saying, “She loves to see the headlights coming and the taillights leaving.” I can only hope someone can tolerate me and I them in my latter years.