The second of eight observations on a recent Caribbean cruise.
Good news! It is the morrow, food is still being proffered, and we are making headway on cataloguing our environment, even if we don’t entirely understand it yet. One must not hope for too much, too quickly.
Implementing the ‘Begin as you really should continue’ principle, we have started the day with a walk on the 1/8 mile jogging track that is cleverly built into one of the sun decks. Too cleverly, perhaps: some folks making a beeline from elevator to breakfast buffet are unaware that they are on a track, with predictable results. Even for the actual exercisers, it’s clear that people are no smarter or more considerate afloat than on land—they merge into traffic at half-speed; they straggle in obliviously conversational twos and threes, blocking those who would edge between them and the lounge chairs tight to either side; they move out to pass others without the bother of shoulder-checking; they stop without warning. Yikes! It isn’t quite taking your life into your hands, but it’s a little sporty.
Yet with all its frustrations, it’s worth it. After all, where else could I get some exercise in the great outdoors first thing in the morning? As I hit my stride on a stretch of almost clear track, I swerve around the ship’s three Pool Butlers, methodically unstacking and rearranging the hundreds of poolside loungers from their overnight, locked-down configuration.
Note: The structure of the first seven of these eight observations was inspired by Toby Keith’s I Love This Bar.