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What’s surprising about this trip is that, even though it’s open-bar, I’m not hungover and am waking for the sunrise each day. I never do this at home.
That over there, that’s the mainland, Met-hi-co. But we’re not going there, we are heading for a little place called Cozmel, an island apparently constructed and operated by cruise-lines.
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Day two and we are at sea, off the cost of Mexico. Sachie and I wake before dawn, watch a Caribbean sunrise before the worst of the heat and humidity sets in.
I’m still foggy, vulnerable, when there’s a knock on the door. Could it be? Was this it? We lock eyes and I see my own hopes and fears written on Sachie’s face. Even far from sight of land, they know we are here, they know our cabin. They have come.
Continue reading “Cruzin’: Day Two”Dan and Sachie have been Cruising. No, it’s not like in the Al Pacino film from 1980, quite the opposite. While Al descended into a sleazy world of leather and gay sex, Sachie and I ascended to the heights of luxury and first-class travel. That is, Sachie scored a fam trip on a boat.
Not just any boat, it’s classy Celebrity Cruises Celebrity Beyond and apparently it’s quite a score. Not your usual family-friendly booze-and-buffet cruise that has you packed into tiny airless staterooms but something closer to the golden age of sea travel, 1977’s The Love Boat.
But first! A long and arduous flight across the Pacific.
