Mexican Cruise
January 29-February5, 2012
DeRay, Jeanette, Brent, & Eddy Hugh
At
2
pm, we settled in our
cabin. Not bad. WE HAVE A WINDOW. We either didn’t know or had forgotten. There are four of us in one little cabin. It took Brent only one night in a motel room together in Long Beach to rush out next morning and buy ear plugs and an eye mask.
Safety drill at 4. Cast off 4:30. I
missed the cast off because I couldn’t find a door to the outside. Some idiot from the crew said it was Floor
5. I soon learned to quit asking them
questions because they were always wrong.
It was Floor 3 – and only the middle doors. Very strange.
You can’t walk all the way around this ship like every other ship we’ve
been on. Bummer. And it’s too crowded. Did I mention that? Lines and crowds everywhere. Deadends everywhere. Like I said, the crew knows nothing, probably
not even English. Brent and I found the
sushi bar – delicious. DeRay didn’t like
sushi on the ship so we quit inviting him to our 5 PM sushi party.
I
told Brent he didn’t have to be concerned about books on the cruise because
they have a huge library with more than you’d ever want to know; every
category, fiction, non-fiction, history, everything. We rushed up to the library orientation and
right on the dot of 7:30, someone carefully unlocked about four
small cases with no more than 40 books total, in a windowless room. They also had a few board games for the 4,000
passengers. Whoopee.
On the Oosterdam the library was huge in an
airy wonderful room with comfortable lounge seats and a panoramic view on three
sides of the ocean or whatever else came into view. It was like being on top of the world. Nevertheless, Brent and I both found a book
to read. He picked mine out because he
had read it.
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle
Maintenance Robert M.
Pirsig An Inquiry into Values.
In
it I found a quote which summed up not only our cruise but life in general:
“I
feel happy to be here
and
still a little sad to be here too.
Sometimes
it’s a little better to travel than to arrive.”
Page 119.
Brent
read Quantrill’s War. One evening, I picked Brent’s book up and
read about five pages before I realized it wasn’t my book. Shows how aware I am. I finally thought, “What’s all this
bloodshed?” The book I read was a bit
quirky going from repairing a motorcycle to psychotherapy. That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it.
We
saw lots of playful dolphins last night from Deck 3. It’s 11:15 am on this big floating city. Ed and I went to the weight room. I got kicked out for wearing sandals. I brought no shoes.
When
Ed and I got up on top, I noticed he had an infected finger – ingrown
fingernail – so I took him back down to soak it and put an antibiotic cream on
it. “You sure know how to worry me,” he
complained.
Ed
loves elegant night. He likes to dress
up. Lobster and shrimp. Ed had prime rib and ate most of it. Brent went to bed and missed the Rock &
Roll Show. Ed said it was “too
loud.” DeRay and I slept through it.
I
wake up at 4
am worrying myself
sick because Brent signed us up for a kayak/snorkeling tour tomorrow but Ed is
the sick one. Diarrhea and throwing up. We
watched them anchor at Cabo. This is
rather a shabby ship – ugly ornate if ornate at all. DeRay says it’s only three years old. Carnival’s newest. It’s too big too.
Brent
and I took tenders into Cabo. He wasn’t
a bit interested in shopping. First flea
market we stopped in, we walked right through and on into downtown. Brent likes to get away from touristy. We walked on uneven sidewalks, with stairs
and dogs and slants forever and ever. I
kept begging to turn back. (And I wonder
why he never invited me again.)
He
finally obliged and I thought I’d go spell Dad off with Ed but Brent wanted to
walk to the beach. 20 min. I didn’t think I’d make it. We tried to rent a bicycle rickshaw but he
was gone so we walked. Not bad at all
and we had a nice time wading and listening to a guitar and accordion. I’m antsy.
Brent is relaxed. I try not to
nag (too much).
Dad was fit to be tied
when we got back. It had been a long
afternoon for him. The last tender was
at 5:30. We
caught one at 4:30. Ed had been throwing up and they hadn’t left
the room. DeRay watched two movies.
Sushi
at 5. Comedy at 7:30. Ed
didn’t want to go but he went to dinner with us “just to be sociable”. He didn’t eat a bite.
I
spent an hour last night looking for my swimsuit, then I put Ed’s on over it
and a t-shirt and no one ever saw my swimsuit.
We went to the Lido at 7 for a quick breakfast. Down to the El Morocco at 7:45.
They sent us to the tenders and we met our tour group on the pier. We marched to a boat – 45 minute ride where
we spied whales galore and had a good view of the golf course and condos.
Our group was small so we all went together
on the glass-bottom kayaks. Because it
was calm, we were able to go among the rocks and see unidentifiable things through the bottom. We were
the last kayak back, of course.
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| I turned around to take a picture of Brent but I didn't want to capsize the kayak. |
Then we
put on snorkels and fins. “Are you going
in?” someone questioned incredulously.
What do they think I am?
Old? Even though the water was
only 68 degrees I jumped right in. I
think I went clear to the bottom. Will I
ever come up? We had a nice time looking
at the colorful fish. Most everyone was
back after about 20 minutes. Eventually,
I was getting cold so I went back to the boat.
Our guide was out among us in a kayak.
Guess who the last one back in the boat was? Yip.
Brent. He gets his money’s
worth. He couldn’t wear his glasses and
I thought he needed me to guide him back to the boat. Somehow he found it.
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| Spraying Brent off after snorkeling. |
Salsa, guacamole, and chips, as well as
drinks awaited us. Yummy. Whale watch again on the way back. We also watch sea lions jump up to get fish
from a little fishing boat coming in.
We
walked off the boat and ran into DeRay and Ed.
I was wet and cold, still in my swimming suit so I decided to go back to
the ship. The t-shirt store we loved
last year had raised their prices so we didn’t buy anything. Brent just had Dad’s water shoes on but he
walked back into town and even went further than we did yesterday. I was hardly through my shower before DeRay
and Ed got back. They found nothing to
interest them. At least Brent got back
in plenty of time so he didn’t worry us.
I’m beginning to trust him.
Why
did I worry so much about today? It was
fun. Thanks Brent.
(His dad was a mite surprised when he got his credit card bill. Still, Brent was the driving force and we wouldn't have gone if he hadn't instigated it.)
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| DeRay said he heard this is Danzel Washington's yacht. He was paid 20 million for each of his last movies. |
Breakfast
in the Golden Pearl. We’ve never liked
the formal dining room for breakfast on other cruises but it sure beats the
long line in the Lido. BIG BREAKFAST –
grits, melons (this is just me), apple juice, half grapefruit, omelet, hashbrowns,
smoked salmon on gluten-free bread w/tomato, cream cheese; anything else? Ed had French toast, yogurt and nearly all of
the above.
All
told on “Didja Ever?” Brent had snails, alligator, frog legs, shark and
sushi. I tasted everything except the
snails. I’ve killed too many snails in
our yard. Ugh. We soon learned to order two or three
starters because the main course was always skimpy. Except when Ed had lasagna. They must have thought he was a glutton. Our waiter from Columbia always had Ed’s meat
cut up before serving it. They never
forgot his straw or DeRay’s milk or mine and Brent’s herb tea. I love assigned seating. 8:15 so we were good and hungry.
Not
only did they cut out the appetizers, they furnished no lotion or complimentary
anything. Cruise ships have really
become stingy. It’s not luxury anymore.
After
walking around the top decks in the warm sunshine, we decided to get off the
ship and get it over with the day we anchored in Puerto Vallarta. We made a
tactical error and went with a taxi driver who didn’t speak English and his
taxi was way too small for four.
Overpaid too. $15 each. Brent, Ed and I were squished in the
backseat. DeRay couldn’t get in or out
the front seat. Bummer. We should have gone in a van. The tour was as stupid as they come. We stopped for a bathroom break in a service
station and a woman yelled at us because we didn’t pay her to use the
toilet. We thought she was just hanging
out.
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| Bridge between Elizabeth Taylor's and Richard Burton's apartment. |
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| Cathedral |
Brent
stayed in town and walked everywhere we had been in the taxi and wasn’t
squished.
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| Brent disappearing down street on solo adventure. |
By now we trust him, you see –
except we expected him by 6 at the latest and he didn’t get back until
7:30. Did he get kidnapped? Break a leg?
Shot? Lost? I didn't know it at the time, but he could have fallen through the rickety unstable boards on the swinging bridges. So many possibilities! It was a 4-mile walk back to the ship. Of course, he could have taken a taxi for $6. Oh, yes, one more thing, less than a month after we got back, 22 Carnival passengers from this very ship while on a legitimate ship-sponsored bus tour in Puerto Vallarta were held up at gun point and robbed. Brent was alone all afternoon and evening.
We
got back barely in time to eat at the Lido that used to never close. Remember the good old days? Around 5 when it started to get dark, I
started to fret and watch every single person coming on board the ship. We had Ed so worried he wouldn’t go to the
program. He was shaking.
“Why was he so scared?” Brent wanted to know
when he finally got back.
“We told him you might not make it back.”
“Why
did you tell him that? I’ve visited 60
places around the world and I’ve never missed a train, plane, or bus.”
“You’ve
never been in Mexico.”
He
was really disgusted with us. He had a
grand time – walked across swinging bridges, up to radar towers, eating
authentic food, and walking back all the way along the beach. Then he wanted me to walk along the beach in
the moonlight as a fitting farewell. The
beautiful pristine beach was just behind the flea market where DeRay and I had
bought a necklace for Amy and a belt and wallet for DeRay. Who would have guessed? Brent said he hardly ran into anyone the
whole way back. Why don’t they tell you
the beach and ocean are this close? He
thinks they should be arranging walking tours.
Brent and I stopped in the Flea Market and bought him two belts on the
way back.
When
DeRay bought his belt earlier in the day, he checked it around his waist but he
didn’t actually buckle in. At home when
he put it on to wear it, the belt was too wide to go through the buckle. Dang China stuff! I hope Brent’s belts work. They both paid too much for them.
DeRay
and Ed went to the Mexican Folkoric Show.
We all went to dinner at 8:15. Brent and Ed left dinner and went out to watch
the launch at 9 PM. Ed had waited all
day and was afraid he would miss it.
Father
forgive me for my incessant worrying.
Ed
and I met Brent on top and walked around with him. There was a medical emergency so the ship
turned around and went back to Cabo. We
watched them carry the woman off in a stretcher. Brent said he didn’t know if she was in pain
or scared to death being carried upside-down down the steep stairs to the
tender. Do the people who watch this
sort of thing: 1) Care – while everyone
else just goes on about their usual business like a fellow passenger wasn’t in
mortal danger; or 2) Is it morbid curiosity?
This
was fortuitous for us because the whales were most abundant around Cabo. Brent is the official whale watches on the
ship. He pointed them out to everyone. Fun.
He yells “whales!” “whales!” and
soon an announcement comes over the loud speaker: “Don’t run and don’t push but whales are sighted
starboard forward.”
One
evening, Brent took me on a walking tour of the ship. He had probably done this several times a day
all week. We walked the long corridors
on every floor from 1 through 9, climbing the stairs to each floor.
On this crowded ship with lines for
everything, especially food, Brent discovered a very private place directly
under the bridge on both floors 6 and 7 forward.
When we took Ed with us, he stood there for
an hour (perhaps pretending his was driving the boat). We waved to the captain.
After our lengthy tour, Brent went on the
track and then to the gym. He was
determined not to gain any weight. I
didn’t gain any weight either. In fact,
I weighed less when we got home than when we left. I’ve made up for it since.
Brent
spent quite a bit of time working with Ed to express himself rather than
throwing a fit. We thought he made good
progress but it’s probably temporary because DeRay and I don’t have the
gumption to follow through. At one point
Ed complained: “I hate the way you guys
treat me. I’m tired of being mothered
and brothered and fathered. You have no
courtesy.”
On
the last afternoon, Brent took Ed to the
gym – 10 minute bike, 10 min. treadmill, 10 min. elliptical, exactly as at
home. In the afternoon, I borrowed Ed’s
shoes and did machines, weights. Very
windy out. Brent was waiting to play
volleyball.
After Ed and I took sunset
photos, we went back to the cabin to find Brent lying on the bed with ice on
his ankle. He sprained it playing
volleyball. Great.
He
limped to dinner.
Off
the ship by 8:30 AM. Is that 9:30 our
time? Don’t ask me what happened between
Long Beach and State Line. I slept.
We
stopped in St. George and visited with Jerry and Lana. Jerry can’t get feeling good. He reclined with a blanket over him all the time we were
there.
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| We cheated and took this picture on our next trip through after Jerry was feeling better. |
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| Jerry & Lana |
At
Shirley’s, we had taco soup, potatoes and gravy, meatballs. Need I say “delicious”. Thanks Shirley and Amy Jayne. Visiting until 10:30.
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| Deer in Shirley's garden |
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| Amy J. in natural habitat |
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| Aunt Shirley & Bry Sorensen |
Shirley
fed us a big breakfast of cornflakes coated potatoes, scrambled eggs, Amy’s
delicious bread sticks, juice before we left to visit with Lucy and DeMoin.
Jolene and Effie were both there which made it fun. We had visited with
Bryant in New Castle when he saw DeRay out by the car and stopped on his way to
work on a special project in Enterprise.
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| Ed, Effie, Lucy, Jolene, Brent, DeMoin, Jeanette Photographer: DeRay |
Then
we stopped to see Lynn and Juanita and had a nice visit with them. It
doesn't get any better than that. Lynn wants to plan a reunion for
Nephi. Are we all too old and feeble? Heck NO.
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| Lynn, Brent, Jeanette, Juanita - Nephi |
We
stopped at Costco in Bountiful to buy pizzas since we invited Brooke’s family
over. It was 6 before we got home. Are we insane? as Ed always asks. We took pictures since we didn’t take any at
Christmastime.
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| The Original Tribe: Ed, Brooke, Brent, Amy, Mom & Dad |
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| Ed, Brooke, Brent, Jeanette, Klarissa, DeRay, Brigitte, Amy, Isaak, Karlton. Photographer: Elizabeth |
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| Isaak, Grandma, Grandpa, Brigitte, Klarissa, Karlton. February 6, 2012 |
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| Brooke, Elizabeth, Ed, & Brent Hugh |
And
the next morning Brent flew home. I knew
we were going to miss him a ton.
Every
time we mention Brent’s name, Ed says, “The one I love dearly.”
When
we mention the cruise, he says, “The one I enjoyed.”
