We got on the ship and the first thing they did was steer us to a food buffet. The buffet had a number of stations, with Asian food, Italian food, fried food, and a couple of salad bars. My pants were already too tight, so I went to the salad bar.
As I was proceeding through the food line, I noticed that the ship had a lot of elderly passengers. They were all too excited to be eating and were quite pushy. While in the salad line, I was hit by a wheelchair. It practically took out my Achilles tendon. I turned to the old man who was pushing the old woman and told him to back off. I never saw them again on the ship, they were probably afraid I was a member of some unfriendly gang.
Our room was cozy. That’s another way of saying very small. But it was adequate.
At dinner the first night, we made friends with a Canadian couple and we ended up sitting with them every night for dinner and hanging out at the Piano Bar after dinner with them. They were a lot of fun.
The first day, we were at sea. So, we sat in the sun for awhile and then hit the gym. It was packed. There were a lot of out of shape people on treadmills walking slower than turtles crawl. I think they were trying to convince themselves that they were getting in shape after gorging themselves on the ship’s food. There were two men who worked at the gym, they wore very tight black shirts, were in their 20’s and in good shape. All they were interested in was selling some type of products that worked with your metabolism, which they would measure for $35. They did not seem to notice people dropping weights, using machines incorrectly and not wiping down the equipment after use. I had a hard time working out due to the injury I suffered after the wheel chair strike.
We went to Puerto Vallarta on our first stop. We were with our new friends from Canada, Jim and Sharon. We stopped at a place on the beach and had Coronas and it was wonderful sitting in the sun, at the shore watching the Pelicans. Then a vendor came by and we bought some stuff from him. Word spread among the vendors on the beach that a table of buying suckers had arrived and they flocked like seagulls around us. “Chiclets?” “Blankets?” “Silver?” “Windchimes?” It was overwhelming. We went to another area much further down the beach and had a few moments of peace before being inundated yet again.
The next day was Mazaitlan. Jim and Sharon were on an excursion, so Bob and I were on our own. It was a fun day walking on the beach and trying to avoid the vendors. They all used the same phrases that at first made us laugh, “Can I have a Mexican minute Senora?” “Almost free, Senor.” It got to the point where we could finish their sentence. We stopped at an open air restaurant/bar that played loud beach music. This place was elevated above the beach and the vendors were not allowed to come in. So they stood below us shouting up. There was one man who did a trick for money. But it was a stupid trick that only drunks could like. He had a boat paddle with three painted silver rocks on it and he would hold it up.
The last stop was Cabo San Lucas. This was our favorite city because it was really modern, with nicer buildings and restaurants. There were a bunch of Pelicans there as well and I got carried away taking pictures. They are so cool looking, I wanted to pet one but Bob told me not to even try or we’d see it on “When Animals Attack.”
The last two days were at sea returning to San Diego. By now, Bob and I had nicknamed the pushy people who lived at the buffet the Piranhas. They would use blocking strategies as you would approach the buffet. It made us laugh at how worried they were that the food would run out. The gym was empty, those who started with good intentions had decided to just hang out at the buffet. So that was great for us. The gym had glass that looked out to sea and the whales were migrating, so it was just beautiful to work out.
Then, too quickly it was over. We said goodbye to our new friends, and while disembarking, had to fight the Piranhas one last time. I started to laugh hysterically and one of the men on the ship said he had enjoyed my laugh throughout the cruise and asked me for one more laugh. I complied.
As I was proceeding through the food line, I noticed that the ship had a lot of elderly passengers. They were all too excited to be eating and were quite pushy. While in the salad line, I was hit by a wheelchair. It practically took out my Achilles tendon. I turned to the old man who was pushing the old woman and told him to back off. I never saw them again on the ship, they were probably afraid I was a member of some unfriendly gang.
Our room was cozy. That’s another way of saying very small. But it was adequate.
At dinner the first night, we made friends with a Canadian couple and we ended up sitting with them every night for dinner and hanging out at the Piano Bar after dinner with them. They were a lot of fun.
The first day, we were at sea. So, we sat in the sun for awhile and then hit the gym. It was packed. There were a lot of out of shape people on treadmills walking slower than turtles crawl. I think they were trying to convince themselves that they were getting in shape after gorging themselves on the ship’s food. There were two men who worked at the gym, they wore very tight black shirts, were in their 20’s and in good shape. All they were interested in was selling some type of products that worked with your metabolism, which they would measure for $35. They did not seem to notice people dropping weights, using machines incorrectly and not wiping down the equipment after use. I had a hard time working out due to the injury I suffered after the wheel chair strike.
We went to Puerto Vallarta on our first stop. We were with our new friends from Canada, Jim and Sharon. We stopped at a place on the beach and had Coronas and it was wonderful sitting in the sun, at the shore watching the Pelicans. Then a vendor came by and we bought some stuff from him. Word spread among the vendors on the beach that a table of buying suckers had arrived and they flocked like seagulls around us. “Chiclets?” “Blankets?” “Silver?” “Windchimes?” It was overwhelming. We went to another area much further down the beach and had a few moments of peace before being inundated yet again.
The next day was Mazaitlan. Jim and Sharon were on an excursion, so Bob and I were on our own. It was a fun day walking on the beach and trying to avoid the vendors. They all used the same phrases that at first made us laugh, “Can I have a Mexican minute Senora?” “Almost free, Senor.” It got to the point where we could finish their sentence. We stopped at an open air restaurant/bar that played loud beach music. This place was elevated above the beach and the vendors were not allowed to come in. So they stood below us shouting up. There was one man who did a trick for money. But it was a stupid trick that only drunks could like. He had a boat paddle with three painted silver rocks on it and he would hold it up.
The last stop was Cabo San Lucas. This was our favorite city because it was really modern, with nicer buildings and restaurants. There were a bunch of Pelicans there as well and I got carried away taking pictures. They are so cool looking, I wanted to pet one but Bob told me not to even try or we’d see it on “When Animals Attack.”
The last two days were at sea returning to San Diego. By now, Bob and I had nicknamed the pushy people who lived at the buffet the Piranhas. They would use blocking strategies as you would approach the buffet. It made us laugh at how worried they were that the food would run out. The gym was empty, those who started with good intentions had decided to just hang out at the buffet. So that was great for us. The gym had glass that looked out to sea and the whales were migrating, so it was just beautiful to work out.
Then, too quickly it was over. We said goodbye to our new friends, and while disembarking, had to fight the Piranhas one last time. I started to laugh hysterically and one of the men on the ship said he had enjoyed my laugh throughout the cruise and asked me for one more laugh. I complied.
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YO JILL AND BOB,
Finaly got around to organising my snaps only to discover I lost your email address.... must be to many years of Old Sam (a favorite drak rum of mine) as it can't be age.
of cource that means I lost the other two as well.
Can you send me yours and the other two as well, if you have them.
We have two email addresses.
ttjim_winter@hotmail.com
jameswinter@nl.rogers.com
I use the former and Sharron uses the latter.
I found the sports blog before i found this one and emailed Ron Barr and asked him to pass my note along to you, so you may hear from him.
We both enjoyed meeting you guys and your company made the cruise all that more interesting and fun.
Looking forward to hearing from you.
Long may your big jib draw (a local way of wishing you all the best)
Cheers
JIM
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