First and foremost I gotta speak on the Caribbean cruise I took the first week of summer because it has been faa to long.
Leaving early in the morn' the Remington Clan (sans the little sister, she had broken her wrist the day before we left and had to stick in town for surgery) boarded a plane headed East with final destination being San Juan, Puerto Rico.
After a
Once a walled in city, the coast of Puerto Rico is almost entirely lined with the fortifications left from colonial times. We toured many of the segements and below is a picture of the top of one of the sections of walls.
But what are fortresses without gats right? Here's a big 'ol stack of cannon balls which would be lobbed at invaders dare they try an half step.
Get some.
These are cave drawings found in one of the cells for captured or mutinous folk. The prison only had a tiny slit of a window and it was practically pitch black w/o the added electric lights so these would have been drawn completely by feel.
San Juan was practically a ghost town the day we toured, as Fathers day is held in high esteem and regarded a day for family time. Almost everything was closed and the parks and pavilions we visited were next to deserted.
After the tour, we boarded The Victory, our floating apartment for the next week.
Yeah we had a balcony, nbd.
Traveling by night and enjoying by day the to the islands of St. Kitts, St. Thomas. St. Lucian, St. Maarten, and Barbados, the trip was mad sick. Unfortunately, I took very few pictures, but only because I was enjoying the moments to the fullest as they came.
Here be a pirate vessel I spotted on one of the islands
Top deck wiggle
Center ceiling 3rd deck, tequila tastin' night
Something I must mention, the waiters and waitresses on the boat were incredible. The service was impeccable and they would bend over backwards to make sure all of your needs were met (and lets be honest, does anyone really need to take a luxury cruise?). Our personal room cleaner was Roy and he would greet me every morning with a cheerful "Good morning Alec!" and would leave a oragmi-esque towel animal folded on the bed every night. Here are all the waiters singing a good bye song on the last night of the cruise. For six months these people slap on a shit-eating grin and act like they love whomever is on that boat, and for that I salute them.
On St. Maarten, an island co-owned by the French and the Dutch, I noticed on the French side they had the audacity to hang not only Old Faithful but ol'... Maple as well UPSIDE DOWN!! I don't know what it means but I was disgusted. Cotdaaym French.
Last night, full moon. Simply treathbaking.
OH and the FOOD. GOD the FOOD, 24hr soft serve at your finger tips, changing buffets daily, and fine sit down dinning to boot. My favorite dishes were the lobster bisque, NY stake, duck soup. Luckily for me, there was also a gym on board so I kept my waist in check as well (one day work out = 5 days of gorging right? Shut up, 's a vacation)
Sheeeeeeit, right? Don't I have a Facebook or something?? What's with all the pics man? Well in all honesty I had hoped to write more on the trip, so here are just some bullet-point highlight stories:
-First friend I made on the boat was a tall black boy named Will who was 17. Drawn to me by my good looks, I quickly learned Will was gay and was nicknamed Kitty for his affinity to scratching in bed. We hung out a few times on the trip and he informed he goes on a cruise every year and has been on 8 (some years he does more then one). Due to his knowledge of the situation, he quickly became the rally guy for kids ages 15-19.
-Because of the alcoholic-infused nature of the crew, my being 20 put me squarely in the purgatory of age groups. To old for the Oxygen club for tweens (not an actual oxygen bar i was disappointed to learn) and to young to buy drinks at the bar. The key word there being buy drinks. I quickly learned I could purchase a bottle of rum and empty it into my water bottle and get just as socially outgoing as the thirstiest of guests for a fraction of the cost. On the last night, I went all out an blessed the Arctic bar's dance floor with my full B-boy move set. Indian step aaall the way to a six step. ya buddy.
-My second friend was a dude from NY bedsty who I got to talkin' hip hop with at the bar. His name was Andy and he claimed that Immortal Technique lived in the same apartment building as him. On the cruise with his parents as well, this 23yr old was my dude. He repeatedly told me I was "money with the ladies" as we were both winging for each other, an "his n*gga" which I was surprisingly comfortable with being (its OK cause he black, in fact, on the cruise ship honkies were the minority).
-On one excursion (I think on St. Maarten) I made the acquaintance of 3 boys from DC ages 22-24. After bonding over the love of beer, we would occasionally cross paths on the boat and on the second to last night I pretty much soldiered with them the whole time. Through them, I met two gorgeous babes from Tennessee who were the highlight of my trip.
-On the last night, I met the third young lady from Tennessee. Unbeknown-est to me, she was engaged. With only the best intentions, I playfully flirted with her only to be hoisted a foot off the ground by her fiance
As its getting late and I'm about to head out to catch the midnight showing of Inception starring DiCaprio, I must end my cruise tales. Possibly more to come, stay locked ya'll.
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