MV Explorer: Bahamas
Today was Jo’s seventeenth birthday, and she spent it at sea. I think she was missing her friends from school tonight. It’s Friday evening, after all, and her entire crew would be headed to the European Republic in Huntington, to eat bags of long, greasy fries dipped in honey mustard sauce, to hang out, to see each other, and to be seen. But her wistfulness was fleeting. She’s had no time for wist.
Me neither. The schedule on board has been daunting. When we first arrived last week, the staff and faculty had four days of orientation, with endless meetings in which procedures were explained, staff introduced, pedigrees exchanged---all the rituals academics engage in when first they convene: one graduate degree battling another, one discipline seeking domination. On the Spring 2009 Voyage of Semester at Sea, the scientists reign supreme. But there is a small but flourishing underground of faculty from the humanities, and I gravitate towards them. Jo goes to the “dependents school” every day with about a dozen or so faculty kids, some being home-schooled, and others taking courses on line. She has a roommate her age, by the way, and lives on the floor above me.
Cleavages in world-view aside, a community on board begins to form. On Tuesday, we gathered in the “Union,” the large lecture hall on the ship, and watched the inauguration of our 44th president. Here we are, a thousand souls plowing through the Atlantic Ocean, and yet the miracles of satellite technology made it possible for us to feel a part of things. I scanned the wobbling screen for the faces of good friends in that undulating mass on the Mall, but to no avail---but I was with them in spirit. And there was plenty of spirit here too. We cheered, we clapped, we hugged each other, and we shared a hushed silence as he spoke. I find myself so worried for this serious young man who has become our president. So much on his shoulders, and to me, he had aged. Standing there on the platform, he looked cold, somber---and grey. I worry that we will lose him. After all these years of having nothing to lose, it feels foreign to me---to experience flickers of sorrow over imagined loss. On Tuesday, I learned that tears wreak havoc with my new disposable contact lenses.
We only spent two days in the Bahamas. On the first day, at the urgings of everyone, we made the pilgrimage to the Atlantis resort, an opulent, lugubrious extravaganza ---Walt Disney does Las Vegas, decorated in a maritime theme carried out with a vengeance. Everywhere I looked, multi-storied concrete mollusks held up ceilings and formed balustrades, and all the many cavernous rotundas sported fountains, pulsing with water and galloping dolphins, or galloping mermaids, or galloping sea horses. (Not so easy to gallop without the legs.) In the dark, marble hallways roamed the rich from all over the world, buying designer bags, golf clothes and Columbian emeralds, drifting in and out of the casino and the over-priced shops and restaurants. Atlantis’s only saving grace was a wonderful aquarium located on the lower level that allowed you to meet a fish face to face. At one end of the resort, a shopping center wound its way around the docks loaded with yachts. It was a simulacrum of the Bahamas. You could shop at The Gap and Coach and Starbucks, all ensconced in faux clapboard houses with pink and pale blue siding. Reggae music played over the loud speaker. It was possible to pretend that you were not at Tangier Outlet on Long Island---to pretend that you were traveling.
On our other day in Nassau, we had a few mundane shopping missions before our trans-Atlantic crossing: to buy batteries, an alarm clock, and a pair of shorts. Jo and I, her friend Erin (the brunette next to my blonde daughter in the picture above) and her younger brother, Ryan, took the Number One bus, and enjoyed a rollicking half an hour ride through Nassau Town. The conductor played his radio at a deafening decibel level, music that sounded like a fusion of Reggae and Jesus rock. We hung out of the open, steel-rimmed windows, and felt a steady rush of warm, tropical air on our faces. The driving was utterly irresponsible, and utterly thrilling, and we had a fascinating ride through the downtown, through wealthy residential neighborhoods, through a very poor section of town, through an industrial complex. Sometimes things looked poor and depressed; sometimes things looked very prosperous. The houses were splashed with colors that we might decorate a birthday cake with, and yes, some of them were made of genuine wood clapboard, pink and pale blue. The kids and I were the only Americans on the bus, or in the store where we shopped; everyone else was dark-skinned and Bahamian. I thought to myself: I would like to come back to this sunny place and know more about it.
I almost forgave myself the trip to Atlantis. Almost.
People keep asking: are you sea sick? Neither of us is affected, and for that I am deeply grateful. Others are, and the boat does more than rock. It rocks. It rolls. It stutters. It dips. It lurches. It even groans and grinds. The experience is vertiginous, and for some, incapacitating. One faculty wife has been in bed since we left port, nauseous, and very ill, and probably wishing she were dead. Just a guess.
We have been on the ship for eight days, and reach Spain in four days. Here is a sign that we are midway: we are running out of fresh fruit on the ship.
Canned peaches. I have never understood the canned peach. LH.
Sunset from the ship.
Wow - watching the inauguration at sea!
ReplyDeleteGlad you aren't seasick.
Keep the posts coming so we can live vicariously.
Meredith
Louise, my dear, I am so happy not to be rocking and rolling with you! The pictures are grand. I loved seeing the traveling bears. Give Jo my birhtday best wishes.
ReplyDeleteI am missing Shayna but Maggie has been our constant companion. I'm painting for my show. More news in my next email.
Love, Judy/Cat
I have to say - that if you are not getting a lot of comments - it's because it's almost impossible to figure out how to post. And I'm the tech help person. So expect to get answers in email instead. Bad Blogger, slap, slap!
ReplyDeleteIt just sounds wonderful. Happy Birthday to Jo, and Happy America to all of us! I'm in Phoenix for a panel thing. It's 70-ish degrees --- up substantially from the 15 when I left the house in Islip this morning! I have my own patio. It's no semester at sea, but it'll do for tonight!
ReplyDeleteWe all miss you terribly. "Missing Louise" is a favorite topic of conversation. If we miss you enough, we may reduce our feelings to a collection of haiku. Stay tuned.
Love,
T
Ok - I sent my comment via e-mail, but just figured this out! So I'll repeat: Ahoy! I wish I were with you rolling, rocking, stuttering, dipping and lurching on the ocean waves - I think....I could feel the warm air on my face as I hung out of the bus window with you rolling through the streets of Nassau - miss you much - tell Jo to write some - would love to hear her perspective...Happy Birthday Jo - you'll be able to vote to reelect Obama in four years! Love you and Miss you both - Love and Light - Felicia
ReplyDeleteMy hat is off to you, Louise. You are one of the few people who can use the word "cleavages" in a travel log and get away with it. ;-) Sounds like a wonderful time. Keep those log posts coming.
ReplyDeleteHi Louise and Jo! It's so good to hear from both of you. I definitely wish I had been along for the ride on the bus and shopping in town. I like the little Ganesh on the sill of your porthole. :) May the god of travel remove all obstacles on your journey -- and provide you with access to a plentiful supply of sweet treats. I'm looking forward to reading about Spain. ~ James D.
ReplyDeleteYour trip sounds amazing and eventful already - and it has only just begun! We can't wait to read all about your adventures in Spain!
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Hello Louise,
ReplyDeleteThis is Alan, (the nephew) unceremoniously doing a test post because Mom informed me that she can't post on your blog. Mom, if you can read this then it must be user error :-). Beyond that, what a cool thing you're doing Louise! I didn't know there was a blog available (if you told me and I forgot, then let me just go ahead and apologize for that and get it out of the way). I am looking forward to reading about your adventures but I am at work, so ... I will read the report and respond with improved verbiage at a later date. Canned peaches exist to provide meaning for the existence of cottage cheese.
A
Hi Louise Hi Jo,
ReplyDeleteI do hope that you both make the the trip to spain without getting sea sick. Enjoy, enjoy each leg of the trip. Happy birthday dear Jo, what a present to go on a voyage around the world. I do wish I could be with you both. Both at last I'm here on the island doing the boring job of being Mother and wife to the 3 men in my life. I just many get away and see my sister in Flordia. Tell Jojo I said happy birthday
Judy