TRAVEL THERE: THE HURRY UP AND WAIT OF IT ALL
Six AM comes early, but when you have a ten and a half hour shore excursion planned, that’s when you have to get up. We had breakfast at the buffet and I thought we were right on schedule, up until the time Bill decided to hit the buffet one more time. While he ate his French Toast, I fretted a bit – unnecessarily I might add, because Bill and I were the first of our group to show up at the meeting point for shore excursions. Deborah and Viktoriya were right behind us, but no Bagleys?
Where Were the Bagleys?
The way things were set up on Celebrity Edge, there were multiple groups going on the same shore excursions. So, a representative of your small group had to go to a table at the front of the room with all of your tickets to be put in a shore excursion group together. We couldn’t just go and say, “There will be six of us.” You had to have the tickets in hand.
If I were fretful at the breakfast table as Bill enjoyed his French Toast, then it would be fair to say, I was having a panic attack now. You’re always worried about people who aren’t where they are supposed to be, but then there’s also a level of irritation, too.
When we all signed up for this shore excursion online, the Bagleys ended up being scheduled for the same tour, but a different time. We’d kept badgering away at our various travel agents to get on the same tour time and something had eventually worked, because the week before we left, we were all assigned the same time. Now all that work had been jeopardized. The staff was announcing, repeatedly, that spots were disappearing and we might not all get in the same excursion group.
Jim and Melanie huffed and puffed into the room ten minutes late. Bill grabbed their tickets and hurried down to the shore excursion table. The problem was a fairly normal one for cruises. Something was lost. The cabins do have a lot of storage, but it’s drawers over there and a closet here and a cabinet over there. You unpack between activities and it is easy to forget where something is. The something lost in this situation was Melanie’s meds, so it wasn’t like she could just wear another outfit or go around without a particular color of lipstick. She had to have the meds.
Bill came back with the colorful stickers which designated all of us to the same shore excursion group. Hooray, Bill! Again, all my worry had been for naught. When am I ever going to learn that!
The hurry up and wait syndrome had been repeated. We’d hurried to make their deadlines and now we were stuck sitting in a theater, waiting for a signal to start our fun.
The Cruise Director showed up and began to engage the restless crowd. He started with that annoying game which looks for the loudest group saying good morning. Why do people do that? We go through it at church some Sundays and I want to punch someone. On this particular morning I was full of spit and vinegar, so I roused our group to make as much noise as we could. Had there been a prize we would have won. The Cruise Director was somewhat taken aback. He said he’d never quite heard anyone as loud as us.
Soon we were on our way to the gangplank, but the hurry up and wait continued. Come back next week and let’s go to the Isle of Capri.