domingo, 11 de diciembre de 2011

See You Soon!

See You Soon!

11th December 2011
Well, that’s one contract down! 

Living on a cruise ship is a strange way of life. Back in the real world, it’s a much slower, relaxed environment. This is hammered home when you’re spending your vacations in a country such as Uruguay. Life here moves at a snail’s pace. On ship you’re going at a cheetah’s. When you’ve finished a contract, you see it more as an achievement rather than your usual run-of-the-mill 9-17hrs job.

Looking back on my 1st contract while sitting in the parent’s garden, not really know what to do with this seemingly absurd amount of spare time that I have, you start to reflect on things.

I don’t think I’ll ever forget waking to the first morning of my vacation. I use the word morning very loosely as it was in fact, nearly midday! Looking around the room with a muddled mind, I had no idea where I was. Checking the time I sprang up in bed. “Shit! I’m late! Where’s my schedule?” It took a couple of seconds for my brain to come back to reality and realisation that I was no longer on ship. The proper size, comfortable bed, the window allowing morning light to stream through into my room. It was enough to confirm that I was no longer in my small tin cabin.

I miss Mariner of the Seas. More than that, I miss the people that I’ve worked with. They are very much irreplaceable in many aspects. Everything on ship is so much for extreme and intense compared to land. Those people go from team mates, to friends to almost family members within Nano-seconds. To anyone on land, this would seem almost loopy!

During the journey you learn things about people, yourself, living and working on board ships. People gave you great advice, even if it seemed perfectly obvious.

Every time I see Lee, he’ll tell me and those with us, “enjoy yourself”. "The money will come". Work hard, party harder was his motto to keep in mind. Unfortunately, Lee signed off not long after I’d join, however he's someone who you can’t help but great respect for. He helped me out no end when I was a new hire. Tips, advise, someone to look up to. A friend, I’ll no doubt keep in contact with for years to come. Another diamond from Lee was, it’s all about the contacts. True, so true!

Jeni was the mistress of tours. I’ll never forget her showing me how to get people to stand together for their photo when on tours. My efforts were abysmal compared to hers. It’s a shame Jeni resigned as she’s someone I’d love to work with again. The memories of us jogging on the running track, all red and puffed out before stuffing ourselves with cereal in the mess will always be the fondest memory I have of Jeni.

Stu, the big babaloo. Big friendly giant who had a wicked sense of humour. Dirty Martinis, necking Smirnoff Ices quicker than anyone I’ve ever met before and toast in the mess at silly o’clock in the morning. Stuart was the person I went to if I needed cheering up, advise or just a chat. The best bit of advice he gave me was “think outside the box that the box is in”. I will, NEVER, EVER agree with one of the last things he said to me “You may be two years older than me, but I am two years wiser than you” – I can’t agree with that. It’s against my nature! Stuart was in many ways my Image teacher/trainer who a lot of the time didn’t get the credit he deserved or even a thank you. So, thank you.

Luci – the maddest Brazilian you’ll ever come across with the loudest laugh. You can’t wear red lipstick without thinking of Luci who became a bit of a mother figure to me. She’d nag me, grab my face and shout “Lou, I love you, you’re like a daughter to me, babalou!” before bursting out laughing. Babaloo was her favourite word! Not only that, she even taught me my first words in Portuguese, even if those words did consist of “porra” and “caralho”! No doubt I’ll be seeing you again soon! Until then, ciao querida. Un beijo. 

Fede was one of the best wedding photographer’s I’ve seen. The best ship wedding photographer. We were all jealous of his baby (his beloved camera). Although we were all upset to see him leave, you couldn’t help but be happy for him. Over 8 months on board is enough to drive anyone mad!!! Not far from me in Uruguay, I can’t wait to see Fede again. Or his camera…!

Sandra who I didn’t particularly take to in the beginning, soon became my best friend on board. Best friend, sister like and cabin mate for my last 3 months on board. Living with Sandra was perfect – no ups and downs, shared everything, endless chats and laughs. Without a doubt I was lucky to have such a great friend on board. I’ve got my fingers crossed that she’ll be sent to Disney Wonder with me. It’d be great to see and work with Sandra again. If not, she’s always more than welcome to stay with me while on vacation – no matter where I am. A "best memory" would be too hard… there are too many to list! Even though she probably won’t admit it, I bet both Sandra and Zoran miss my constant manly burps hahaha! Te extraño muuuuuchisimo y te quiero como una Hermana. Espero que no vemos pronto xxxxxxx

The award for the biggest mother fucker would go to the ugly Croatian, Zoran. Yes, I may be a “bloody English buuurrrr” but at least it kept you entertained for months on end! To anyone else, you’d think we were having a slanging match, instead, it was just the way Zoran and I spoke to each other. All good hearted meaningless crap and insults… most of the time! Although Zoran came joined ships after me, he was still someone you could learn from. He had a knack with people and smudging… not to mention his ridiculous poses on the gangway! Gangway with Zoran provided you with an endless amount of laughs and running around. Chania gangway springs to mind. Bare bums, nipple “licking” and having someone wake me up to go “free shooting turtles” will always haunt me! For that, FUCK YOU!!!!!! Haha.

My hermanastro of the group was Hernan. Training in Miami, signing on and off the Mariner together. It’s been a long, long journey with plenty of ups and downs. Hernan of course did become something of a brother to me. There were arguments, driving each other nuts, heart to hearts and great memories. Hernan will always be remembered as the one who was constantly knocking on the door for a cigarette, dodgy dancing and the infamous Backstreet Boy poses he’d pull. Without that, the Photographer’s corridor would have been a very, very boring empty space! Along with Zoran, Hernan bared his bum once too often… usually at historical points of interest or Barcelona football stadium. The photographic evidence has been preserved safely kept in my scrap book!

Another great person in the team, David, the token South African amongst a few other things. You can’t help but like David, he’s just that sort of person, from his endless jokes to contagiously loud and comical laugh. He made gangways enjoyable as well as indirectly giving us tips on how to smudge. Some of the things he’d come out with on gangway had us all laughing “you’ve been selected in a raffle… your prize is to have your photo taken with me. The Dave”. During a meeting, his tip for us all was to “enjoy yourself, because you’re not going anywhere”. There is a lot of truth in that. Fingers crossed David gets his videography job on a Royal Caribbean and I hope to see him again soon, somewhere.

Unfortunately Fabio got fired for being drunk on the job. How he got away with it for so long, we’ll never know. Having said that, you couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. He loved his job just as much as he loved the booze. If we were on gangway I’d call the cabin to make sure him and Zoran were awake. Sometimes there was no need for me to call. I’d know Fabio was alive and kicking with the sudden thud of him leaping out the top bunk followed by shouting “YEAH! Let's do this!” It was absolutely crazy. Although he drove us mad at times, he was a good person and great laugh. Bob bob bob bob booooob was pretty much Fabio’s soundtrack – every time Fabio’s name was mentioned someone had to start singing Fabio’s little tune and it was always followed by laughter.

Leandro, Sato, Paquito or whatever you’re getting called nowadays! Have a great time on Splendour of the Seas! You were by far the most energetic Brazilian-Japanese-Italian-Filipino Pizza Chef we’ve ever had on gangway. You’d better be practising your Spanish because next time I see you, I’ll be testing you!
It was a shame I didn’t get to spend more time working with Camilo. I can’t remember if I he joined the team one or two cruises before I left. The only piece of advice I can give: enjoy yourself, have fun and make as much money as you can! The same goes for D! I have no doubt in my mind that both our new recuits will fit in nicely, especially D!

Strangely enough, one person who taught me a lot about selling was my last BM, Reuben. Some of the things he taught me were perfectly obvious, once they’d be pointed out. Simply slotting a guest’s photo into a $27 photo frame and asking them if they’d like to purchase it. You’d be surprised by the amount of frames I actually sold like that. Or learn whatever you can about one camera and sell, sell sell. That was the Olympus for me… shame three got refunded just before I left the ship! Maybe I should have chosen another camera? Another thing Reuben spoke to me about was detachment. It’s not something I’ve mastered yet and doubt I’ll be able to for a very, very long time. Having said that, after leaving the ship, I can see exactly what you mean when you say it’s important to detach yourself from people. Good luck for your next ship.

Sanela the Texan/Serbian professional tennis player/poet/novelist/political science graduate/political science journalist/cruise ship photographer. Is there anything you can’t do? I want to read one of your books, but have no idea where to find one! Help! I hope your ankles aren’t hurting from those impossibly high heels you wear all the time at work. Enjoy the remainder of your time and get involved more with the other photogs. Remember what I told you about selling cameras too.

So maybe they weren’t part of the photog team. However, Whitney and Ashleigh were part of our little team/family. I’ll never forget Whitney coming down to see Sandra and I in the cabin, dressed in her pyjamas and crazy hair all over the place. I’m missing the accent and banter between Whitney and Zoran. Even when Whitney hid in my bed from Zoran for about 20 minutes. Ashleigh was a bit like my coffee and cigarette partner out on Deck 5 Aft. I remember sitting out on the Deck with Ashleigh as we sailed out of Naples for the last time. It was getting dark, her parents had visited the ship and I was due to be leaving in a couple of days. It was a surreal feeling and always great to chat to Ashleigh. I’m expecting my Christmas phone call from you!

One of my regrets was not going into the lab to learn more from Dione. I have no idea how to print, Ritesh never bothered to show me, even when I was scheduled for lab training. Having had a master in the lab like Dione, maybe I should have taken more advantage of that fact. Dione really is a machine, the master of printing!

When Paco came back to the ship, he told me just how fat I’d become. Thanks! Not that, he’d done much better, he’d been home and come back to the ship looking over fed! He took me through almost everything there was to know about working in the gallery. It’s helped me no end in my P3 competencies so thank you. The big question is, has Paco managed to find any of the XXS Filipino condoms Lee was telling me to ask Paco about?

Overall, it was a great first contract, not one that I’m going to forget in a long time. If I’ve forgotten anyone, it’s because you’re unimportant… just kidding. I’m sorry if I have! I’d love the chance to be able to work with the Mainer of the Seas team again. Especially Lee, Hernan, Sandra and Zoran (out of those who still remain). And of course I can’t wait to see Ashleigh and Fabey Baby again! I miss you guys loads and wish you were here or on my next ship! Maybe one day.

Until then, see you soon. Take care x

Revelations


11th December 2011
 
Here’s something I typed back in July. Originally, I had no intentions of posting it. Looking through some of my previous entries I came across “Revelations” and read through it. Although some may not agree entirely with me, I decided that it should be posted for the world to see.

At the end of the day, it’s still about ship life but more importantly, the things you come to realize living and working in this environment. This type of lifestyle does, whether you believe it or not, opens your eyes to many different subjects and changes who you are and how you see things. Therefore, the update is being uploaded. After all, why should I keep what I’m thinking a secret? I’ve documented (warts and all) everything else while working onboard the Mariner of the Seas

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Revelations
 
9th July 2011

Last night was the first of the two sea days and the third and final formal night for this cruise. I was one of the lucky ones who had a late start. Due in the gallery at 13.30 I woke up at 10 and went to Back Deck to chill out (and wake up) for a few hours and type another blog entry.

Once 13.30 rolled up, I was pretty much on the go until we finished formal night at 01.30. I was supposed to be in the gallery until 15.30 but just as I was about to leave a group of eight Italians needed help finding their images. My Italian is minimal but if they speak slowly enough I can understand. It’s one of the bonuses from speaking Spanish. They spoke slowly in Italian while I replied in Spanish. Slowly we were getting somewhere with their photos.

In the end, they wanted the 15 package so they could split the photos between them. That wasn’t a problem… paying the bill was. The package had to be charged to one card which they weren’t happy about. The Italians wanted the bill to be split eight ways too, which was a no-no.

After a while they started getting agitated saying I didn’t understand, which I did. They complained that there wasn’t anyone who spoke Italian in the gallery. Fabio was on his break so I was going to call and ask him to come up. He’s already done a stint in the gallery and set up. The 15 package soon went out the window and they left with five single photos. I was 45 minutes late for my break and only had 30 minutes to get ready for formal night.

Tonight’s studio set up seemed a little strange. I was shooting Black outside the dining room on Deck 4. Camila was around the corner, in front of Boleros, on Titanic. Apart from that, there weren’t any other studios on our deck. Usually we have both Centrum and Stairs set up as well as a backdrop. Not tonight. Stairs hadn’t been set up since Jeni left.

Downstairs on Deck 3 there were three backdrops set up within minimal space. One outside the dining room, LSP in front of the gallery and Hernan on grey which was smack bang in the middle of the other two studios.

While shooting a couple I couldn’t help but listen to two American girls behind me in the queue. They were talking about two English girls across the landing. Listening to what was being said, I watched the English girls out the corner of my eye. “That dress is cute but her boobs are like, really small”. It was constant nit-picking.

Getting the two American girls in my studio, I took one look at them and couldn’t believe the crap they’d been spouting! Don’t get me wrong, they looked lovely in their dresses and were dolled up to the nines. The thing that made me laugh was the fact that both girls were sporting overly large, gravity defying breasts which were just stuck, rock solid to their chests. Flashing me a smile was like firing my camera's flash directly into my eyes. I needed my sunglasses for their Colgate smiles. They had a good cosmetic dentist, that’s for sure! With the make-up caked on inches thick, and their dresses leaving little to the imagination.

The girls stared at me blankly, when I directed them to put their hands on their leg and at one point even tried putting them on each other’s legs. Unhooking my camera from around my neck, I walked over and mimicked their positions. “Ooooh okay, that’s cute” they laughed. Getting them in and one as quickly as possible, I moved onto the next person.

It wasn’t long until the two English girls were gracing my studio with their presence. Having a quick look, I didn’t see anything wrong with them. They had minimal, natural looking make-up wearing lovely green and blue full length gowns. They looked effortlessly elegant! Posing them was easy, they were both ridiculously photogenic. They are the sort to make you, the photographer, look great!

One of the two had a little stumble when she stepped on her dress. Laughing, I joked “If you’re going to break your neck, can you at least do it outside my studio”. She quickly fired back “No, I’ll break my neck where I want and sue you!” All three of us were laughing. They were honestly great girls who could have a giggle. Unlike the two American girls who had nothing in between their ears and a limited vocabulary, these two were quick witted, enjoyed a laugh and had a natural glow to them.

Just as the girls were leaving, I jokingly suggested, I’d change my tuxedo for one of their dresses, a swap for the night. One looked at me with faked confusion and yelled out “Hell no! I’d look like a boy!” “Cheers. You trying to say I look like a boy now? Charming!” Both laughed with the other saying “Erm… no…” before grabbing her dress, lifting it up a little and running a couple of steps shouting to her friend “quick run before she throws her camera at us”. They came back laughing, thanked me for taking their photos with one adding she’d like to try a tuxedo as it’s not something you’d usually see girls wearing. If she wants to try my tuxedo on another night, she's more than welcome! They left with big smiles and said they’d be back later, after they’d had dinner.

During a quite stint in my studio I watched the world go by. Guys in suits and tuxedos, girls in their party dresses and ladies wearing floating gowns and dresses. My mind started drifting to the different people we’ve had on this cruise. Different nationalities, cultures, faces, builds etc.

I’m not ashamed to admit that I more often than not, feel insecure about standing in front of my studio wearing an ill-fitted tuxedo with boring black, flat shoes and hair scraped up into a ponytail. Especially with hundreds of girls floating past dolled up to the nines; hair immaculately styled by the hairdressers, high heels firmly in place and lovely, well fitted and figure hugging dresses on. They look a million dollars while you look more like something dragged out a $1 bargain bin!

The American family from the previous cruise had got me thinking, but it wasn’t until the American girls came into my studio that the penny dropped! A light bulb lit up in my head! I might not be the most beautiful girl in the world, the next Miss Universe, but I don’t try to hide or change that fact by going under the surgeon’s knife. After going under the surgeon’s knife for medical reasons and having the pain it brought with it, being unable to move because of the stitches, I’d never, NEVER put myself in the same position for vanity, cosmetic reasons.

People like me are covered in imperfections, I’m covered in scars, especially on my back. Yet, seeing someone so perfect thanks to the help of a cosmetic dentist, plastic/cosmetic surgeon is now becoming boring. They are all the same, gapless, overly white Colgate teeth, impossibly high boobs that look more like melons cut in half and super glued to the chest and shiny, yet completely unwrinkled skin with frozen faces, void of any expression. I can now spot a plastic from a mile off.

The best bit about them was the fact that they only cared about their looks. They cared about nothing else. Their grey cells had no knowledge of anything other than the latest MAC makeup, Louis Vuitton bags etc. Ask who the previous President of the United States was and they’d be baffled. Ask them who Heidi Montag is and they’d be able to give you her life story and go into great detail about her surgeries.

The idea of having imperfections, to me, is now becoming more like a perfection. Having an imperfection whether it’s a gap in your teeth, scar or a face covered in freckles, sets you apart from the others. It’s unique! It’s you! We weren’t all made to look the same.

It’s a perspective on life that I hope I’ll not only carry with me for the rest of my contract, but for all my years to come! Never again will I feel insecure about the way I am or even who I am. The realisation at 24 may be a little late but hey, it’s better late than never!

Next time, rather than feeling insecure or inadequate, I’ll smile to myself. I’m my own little imperfectly perfect me with a lot to live for. The world is my oyster. I shall make the most of that little phrase. Enjoy what I have, while I have it, achieve and exceed my goals and live every moment to the fullest.

I am Lou Hellen Tickle with nothing to lose and everything to gain.

It’s time to start living!

sábado, 10 de diciembre de 2011

Final Leg

Final Leg

27th October 2011

10:45 (GMT +2) – The main part of the journey is over. We have landed in Sao Paulo, Brazil. I’ve now got to find my way to my next gate for the final leg of the journey. 

Finding your way around Sao Paolo Guarulh airport is a bit slightly confusing. It’s a good job I have a bit of time in hand. Constantly checking the departures board I couldn’t see my flight. Before panicking I grabbed my flight details from my bag to check if there was any information on the terminals. I’d seen signs pointing to terminal 1.

Sure enough, I was in the wrong terminal. Following the badly signed directions towards Terminal 1, I had no idea if I was going in the right direction. No one was around to ask so I just carried on going. What’s the worst that could happen? I’d have to walk back the way I’d come.

Checking the screens again, my flight number popped up. There was a flight to Bogota, Colombia (where Sandra’s from) above mine. At least it’ll be easy to get a flight up to Bogota for the future.

11:30 – I’ve finally found my gate. They are loading the last of the passengers onto a flight to Buenos Aires. By the way, it’s 06.30 here in Brazil.

11.50 – waiting. The flight to Buenos Aires has departed but our plane hasn’t arrived. Hopefully it would't be delayed. There are several wi-fi zones at the airport and none of the have free access and I don’t fancy using my credit card.
Well, I can't help you with the time. I'm completely lost, jet-lagged. Hello Punta del Este, Uruguay! One thing is for sure, it feel great to be back with the parents.

Big question is, what am I going to do with myself for the next 7 weeks??

The Day Has Arrived


The Day Has Arrived

26th October 2011

All times are GMT +2
At 06.30 the phone started ringing, it was security to make sure I was okay. Trying to sleep was almost impossible and at 07.00 I decided to get the ball rolling in preparation to sign off. One thing is for sure, I’ve never had a hangover quite like this one and boy, do I feel rough!!

By the look of the queue outside HR (Human Resources) I wasn’t the only one who wanted to get things done and dusted with. Half way to the desk I started waddling and going dizzy. Leaving the queue I went and sat on the stairs. Kieron, the Cruise Director, took one look at me and asked if I was okay, before adding “you were on the lash last night weren’t you?” I’ve never nearly fainted from having a hangover before! Once back on my feet and in the line, I was lucky enough to skip the queue for being a concessionary. 

By 08.00 I was in the staff mess trying to stomach some food. Complete fail. Even the orange juice was too much me to handle even though I felt completely dehydrated. That’ll teach me to drink too much!

09.00 - time was slowly ticking by and soon the other photographers would have to start work. Their schedules are absolutely unbelievable. Normally one person signs off and we all have to club in together and do the extra work. Today though, three of us were signing off and the remaining six (D the new hire has training all day) would have to cover for four people! They start work at 09.30 and don’t get a break until
16.00-16.30. The team is going to be completely shattered by the end of embarkation and they still have two sessions of ressi to shoot.

I rang Reuben, I still hadn’t heard from him as promised. He wasn’t in the gallery this morning either. Reuben was supposed to meet Hernan, David and I in the morning with our wages. No show. He said he’d call me back as he was in the middle of something. No call back.

09.15 – Hernan was getting impatient. I was getting worried I’d have to leave without my wages. David was getting more and more aggravated. Svenja, Ashleigh, Eve and Whitney came into the corridor to say goodbye to us all before having to start work. Whitney was in floods of tears. Eve managed to just about hold it together while saying bye to Hernan.

The hardest part of the morning was saying bye to Sandra. I couldn’t say bye to her. I had to tell her I’d see her later. Within no time we were both in floods of tears. It’s been a great 3 months living with Sandra in our little cubby hole of a cabin. There was never a single argument or ill feeling between us. We shared everything and worked well together. Sandra even made our cabin a homemade sofa-chair!!! It’s quite hard to explain but even though I only lived with Sandra for such a short period of time, it felt like I’d been living with her for over six months. You get to know the person inside out and she became more like a sister than cabin mate/colleague. Whoever was moving into my cabin is going to be one lucky girl!

It was time for me to go. I was leaving at 10.00, before Hernan and David who were leaving at 14.00. It didn’t seem right leaving without Hernan, the person I came to see and nicknamed my “hermanastro”. With a bear hug, kiss on the head he told me we’ll see each other soon, in Uruguay or Argentina.

09:30 – Reuben still hadn’t sorted out the wages or how much I was owed. Why? I have no idea but this was getting ridiculous. I needed to be in the Conference Centre in 15 minutes to get my passport and disembark.

Finally he found out I was owed $381. $20 needed to be removed for the team activity to the Dead Sea. A further $10  had to be discounted for Hernan and David’s leaving presents. Reuben then informed me that he didn’t actually have any cash on him to pay me. This was becoming a joke. Reuben headed out the gallery office and down to his cabin. He was going to pay my wages out of his own money. He'd be repaid once Finance had released the money for the rest of the team.

09:55 – OK, I’m finally in the Conference Centre with my wages safely in my pocket. Five minutes later and my passport in hand, I was ready to go. Anna (Spa) who’s resigned and Darren (Housekeeping Manager) were leaving at the same time as me.

Soon we were on our way down to the gangway to disembark and quickly saying bye to security. I’m going to miss the security lot. You get to know them quite well when gangways are slow and we all have a little chant and a bit of banter.

I could see the photographers setting up for embarkation. Sandra had sunglasses on to cover her eyes. I quickly ran ahead of the others to get to the photographers. There were more hugs going around – and more tears.

Inside the terminal we all grabbed our suitcases and headed towards the two buses waiting outside. By 10:30 we were on our way to Rome’s Fiumicino Airport. Darren, Anna and I were on the same bus together and flying out of the same terminal. It was good to be traveling with friends.

11:35 – We’ve arrived at the airport. Anna’s leaving first so the three of us are going in search for her check-in desk. After waiting nearly an hour she finally got to the front of the queue only to be told that she wasn’t on the system. Typical of Anna, she hadn’t printed off her flight details and the HR staff hadn’t either, like they were supposed to.The only solution was to buy another ticket! None of us had ever heard something so ridiculous!

13:00 – We’ve had lunch at McDonald’s and Darren bought us all a chocolate bar for “dessert”. Anna’s finally got another flight ticket after being told to come back to the travel agency in 10 minutes as the lady behind the desk was too busy to attend her. Darren and I are off to check our luggage in.

13:30 – Darren’s luggage is checked in. Mine cannot be checked in until 16.05 as my flight isn’t due to depart until 18.45. We’ve just bumped into four other crew members – all from Brazil. One has two over weight suitcases. How she over packed to such an extent I’ll never know. Their baggage allowance: two suitcases of up to 25 kilos each, plus one hand luggage. The total weight of her suitcase was 15kilos over the allowed weight!! Opening her suitcase and she had so much inside – mainly booze!

Four 750ml bottles of Absolut vodka weren’t going to make it to their destination.

We’re now sitting outside McDonald’s on the airport floor. There are eight of us in total but Anna’s leaving soon to catch her flight. A round of soft drinks have been bought from McD’s and they’re all topping them up with 50% vodka. Hair off the dog’s back – Good luck to them! I’m sticking with the soft drinks minus vodka. I don’t think my alcohol abused body can take anymore. My hangover is ebbing  away but will no doubt come back with a vengeance if I have another drop!! 



16:00 – Anna’s left. Darren and I are going to check my luggage in. Afterwards, Darren will be heading off towards his gate. On the way down to the gate we bumped into David who got the 14.00 bus to the airport. He was going to McDonald’s so I said I’m meet him there once I’d checked my luggage in.
My luggage is finally checked in. My boarding time is 18.25. Said goodbye to Darren – hopefully I’ll see him again soon on another ship.

16:15 – Back with David and we’re strolling around the airport aimlessly. It’s not long until we have to make a move.

16:40 – We’re off! We’re giving ourselves plenty of time to get through security. Walking through the tinted doors towards security we were grateful we’d given ourselves time. The security operation was an utter shambles. The  queues were enormous! This may take a while...

35 minutes later and we’re finally through security. Not as bad as I thought it would be. David and I had to go separate ways after security. Saying bye knowing I will probably not see him again was hard. He’s resigning so there’s no chance I’ll be seeing him on a cruise ship again. Maybe one day I’ll have to go to South Africa to visit Stu, Whitney and David. Unless David goes to Brazil.

Just sitting outside my gate, typing. I’ve had a wander around and even found a smoking room. Both Italy and Germany have smoking areas… so why did England, Spain and France abolish them?
18:00 – Only another 25 minutes until boarding. I’ve been at Fiumicino Airport for 6.5 hours now. Most have already departed and flying home. The odd few of us left have split and are waiting at our gates.
If everything went to plan, Anna should have arrived in Barcelona.

21.00 – My flight from Rome to Munich was slightly delayed which gave me 20 minutes to get to my gate. I pegged it to the gate! How I made it on time, I don’t know. Luckily boarding is delayed by 10 minutes. Phew!! So, I made it but the big question is… did my luggage? Oh and what ever happened to free internet hotspots in airports? 

Darren should have landed in Germany by now.

Time to board. Next stop: Sao Paulo, Brazil.

22:00 - we’re on the plane and up in the air. There was a slight delay due to the fog in Munich.
From Madrid to La Palma we had terrible turbulence and a couple of air pockets where the plane felt like it was going to drop out the sky all together. Sod Image for not extending me to do the Transatlantic… I hate flying!!

23:30 – Just had a good giggle! You know when you’re on your way home when the flight attendant asks you the famous question:

Chicken or Beef?

Mariner of the Seas Photogs

Meet my final Mariner of the Seas Photog Team. This was our (mine, Hernan's and David's) leaving photograph. Taken October 2011.


Top L-R: Paco (AMS), Dione (AMP), David, Leandro, Zoran, Sandra, D & Sanela.
Bottom L-R: Hernan, Me, Camilo, Alex & Reuben (BM)

Mariner of the Seas Photog Team - October 2011
You Leave The Ship Tainted... But It's Well Worth It!
As you can see, we have bums, nipples and the good old "Gia Fatto" hand gesture - things I'll never forget, even if I wanted to! We may have had our ups and downs but it was a great, GREAT, first contract!

The Girls - Sandra, Me, Sanela and Paco
The Lads - Camilo, Dione, David, Zoran, Hernan, D, Alex, Paco, Reuben and Leandro