There’s a crewmember that walks by in the hall every once in a while, and he kinda reminds me of my father. It makes me wonder…does he have a family? If so, what compelled him to have a job that isolates him from them for months at a time? If not, why does he work on a ship? Why would anyone choose to work on a ship where they’re working all the time, not allowed to really chill out in the public areas, and have little time to spend in port? How do crew members deal? How do ship personnel in the Navy deal? These are all questions I’d like to ask but won’t be able to due to non-fraternization rules. Maybe somehow out there with experience can help shed some light.
To those into the car scene: Japanese cars simply do not exist in the country of Brazil. The most prevalent car models I saw were the Ford Fiesta, Volkswagen Gol, Ford Ka, and a Volkswagen pickup truck whose model name I can’t recall, and Fiats. The Brazilians seriously love their hatchbacks. I thought I may have seen a Toyota Corolla at the beginning of my journey, but lack of any other Japanese car leads me to believe I was mistaken. Also, sirens seem to be optional for Brazilian emergency vehicles (as they were in Puerto Rico), as do headlights for any vehicle. No riced out rides here (not counting the taxi van I saw with an illuminated exhaust), but everyone sure seems to drive like them.
I was woken this morning to loud noises in the hallway and someone furiously banging on my cabin door. You can imagine how pissed I was when I discovered that the ship wasn’t sinking, on fire, or being boarded by pirates. The alarms I thought I heard outside was actually a very rhythmatic drum beat, the shouts of fear was actually the crew singing, and the door banging…okay, that was actually them banging on our doors. Considering at that point I was only 3 hours into REM sleep, I staggered back to bed to rest for the 5 or so hours I desperately needed to keep awake. How dare they think we would’ve gone to bed on-time, the night before a no school day?
The BBQ for dinner, however, definitely made up for the inconvenience. Hey ISE, I’ll take daily wakeup calls if that means I can eat like King Neptune every night.
Also, hair orgy.
We’re about 1/3 of the way to Cape Town already. This voyage is going by real quick.
What’s with all the girls dressing up for dinner? It’s a freakin cafeteria, ladies. Seriously. And wearing your dress to a BBQ?
I had a guy remark last night that he thought the ship was getting cliquey. Human instinct, man.
There’s 4 people currently connected to my iTunes share and streaming music. While I am flattered that music is in demand by the shipboard community, it’s kinda hard to browse the web when all my bandwidth is being drained. Also, it would be nice if the owner of the “Owner’s Music†iTunes share would relabel their share with their name so I could identify him/her….I’d like to liberate around half of that library.