|Mahogany Bay, Roatan, Honduras, an area developed by the cruise lines whereby passengers can spend money going on excursions.|
Yesterday morning we ventured to the Internet cafe to use their computers to go online, find our receipts at the websites where we purchased the various supplements to begin the process of printing them.
|Passengers leaving the ship to explore Roatan, Honduras.|
Exhausted and frazzled from no sleep, my frustration level escalated as page after page of printed receipts spewed out of the tiny printer. Satisfied we had exactly what the security officer requested, we marched to the customer service desk in hopes of putting
this matter behind us.
Approaching the customer service desk, we asked for an adjustment for the 20 minutes of Internet time we burned up printing up the receipts their security officer had requested.
|A shipwreck brought into the harbor to add to the ambiance of the excursions. It’s all part of the bigger plan for tourists to spend, spend, spend.|
He looked at the paper, “Well, let’s go through this together,”
many of which were duplicates.
He perused the receipts again, observing something I’d missed. For some unknown reason, some of the receipts didn’t print the total cost of vitamins at the bottom of this page. He brought
this to our attention, shaking his head as if we were “cooked.”
“That also is irrelevant. But I’ll answer it. We paid with a credit card as one often does when purchasing items online. For security reasons, they don’t print the credit card number on the receipt. Certainly, you understand that!”
“We will have theses receipts matched up to your medications and if approved, you’ll receive your bag later today,” he tentatively adds. “Check with the desk later today.”
Tom graciously thanked him. There was no way I was about to say thank you. Around 4:00 pm, as we lounged on our balcony, a call came into from the customer service desk. They had approved a $15 credit on our Internet account. Tom thought this was adequate. Me, not so
much. We decided to let that go with no fight left in us.
to me. He was pressing to come inside our cabin. There was no way I was letting him inside. With nothing to hide, I still felt a gross sense of invasion of our privacy. I stepped outside.
|Passengers returning to the ship after the excursions.|
“I have no interest in doing that. They are just vitamins. If someone took a bottle, good for them. We just want to be done with this.” I signed the form after carefully reading each word.
He left without comment.
carry all of them in a single bag? Yep, will do prior to getting off of this ship on April 20th!
|Tom tried another new dish, Seafood Newburg. The first time he ever tried mussels. He raved about this meal. He never ceases to amaze me. When I’d cook a meal like this in our “old life” he refused to taste it. I’m proud of him for trying new foods!|
Ah, we live and learn. Whoever said we knew how to travel the world for many years to come, carrying with us all the supplies we’ll need until we can receive mail. That won’t be until we reach Hawaii in November 2014, a long time away.
with no less than 50 passengers waiting in line at the grill, we decided against breakfast, instead to return at noon for lunch.
|Another lovely couple we met at dinner.|
This was my dinner last night. The Salmon was overcooked. I don’t eat peas (a starchy vegetable).
We opted to stay on the ship for a leisurely lunch, quiet time at the pool, and finally beginning our exploration of the ship, our home for the next nine
|Piano bar aboard the ship.|
Twice during dinner service a “Conga” line danced through the formal dining hall, whooping and hollering. Perhaps tonight feeling more rested, we’ll join in on the Carnival “party
mode” and “Conga” right along with them.