"things to do". However, when my friend Joshua P. Warren, scheduled a "Paranormal Cruise" to the Bahamas, Rebel and I decided to go. First of all, everywhere he goes, Joshua is one of the smartest people in the room but instead of being a pompous ass (which so many 'intelligent" people seem to be) he is down-to-earth and genuinely nice. What makes Joshua even more interesting is the fact that he directs his intelligence and scientific brilliance at unconventional subejcts; over the past decade he has become one of the world's authorities on UFOs, ghost hunting, and odd phenomena.
So even if the cruise was lacking, I would definitely have an interesting time with Joshua and his band of merry (and interesting) investigators. We did. The cruise however ...
There were more than 3500 tourists crammed onto the Carnival Victory. In particular was a group of women (20-30 of them) traveling together who wore matching shirts every day. They called themselves J.U.G.S. (Just Us Girls Sailin'), and were always waddling to and from the buffet, which was about as good as Shoney's - not my idea of fine dining. The most awful tea I have ever attempted to consume. I was forced to get my caffene from drinking coke (and rum). The breakfast bar served something that was labeled grits which were thinner than Keira Knightly. The oatmeal was as bland and boring as a Ghost & Dungeon Tour.
Everywhere I turned, there were people, people, people. The music around the pool was blasted at intense levels. The casino was jammed with people hooting and screaming. The sense of desperation hovered . . . as if people were thinking: "I paid for the cruise, dammit! I'm gonna have a good time!" It reminded me of when I saw the Rolling Stones during the Steel Wheels tour and it was
an embarrassment; by far one of the worse concerts I have ever seen. But everyone was leaving the stadium gushing over how great the Stones were. You spend your money, you wanna convince yourself you didn't get cheated. If you've seen the Stones in concert after 1980, you've been cheated.On the second day of the cruise I was hit with a realization: I work in the tourism industry and are surrounded by tourists everyday of my; here I was on vacation with 3500 tourists! What is wrong with this picture?
However, a week with Rebel Sinclair on the ocean is never a terrible thing. Drinking with Joshua and his wife Lauren (yes her name is Lauren Warren!) is always fun, particularly when the conversation strays toward the paranormal and quantum.
