This time last year, I walked into the New York Times Travel Show with the intention of building up readership for this blog, and maybe learn a thing or two about places I haven’t been. I never dreamed I would walk out on the path to being a Cruise Planners franchise owner. Within six weeks of the show, I completely reinvented myself as a business owner.
I love to travel. There are a million reasons I could list; the sights, the sounds, the people, new experiences, we know them all. Perhaps my favorite are the smells. Every different location has it’s own unique scent. It comes from the geology, the ecology, the people, the food, the culture – it hits as soon as you get off the plane, or maybe later while sitting at a street-side restaurant, or strolling through a park. It becomes ingrained in memory, and you never know when you’ll be reminded again.
I bought the Cruise Planners franchise for my love of travel. “Great, I own a Travel Agency. I’ll be able to travel the world now!” They sold me a dream, but I bought a business. I’ve been sitting at my desk for the better part of a year planning other’s great adventures. I’ve hardly stepped outside.
But the year was good. We’ve sent or booked clients to France and Italy, Iceland, Mexico, Tahiti, Hawaii, and the Caribbean. We have a couple spending a week at an over-water bungalow in Jamaica, and another spending a night in Bora Bora. Now it’s time to wipe the dust off the luggage.
Our travel itinerary for 2017 (and yes, you can expect a blog on each one):
January: The New York Times Travel Show. SirOzzy, now known as Cruise Planners – Ken & Gail McGuire, are returning to where it all began.
February: Las Vegas, Nevada. We’ve cashed in our mileage and exchanged our timeshare. Looking forward to seeing Terry Fator at the Mirage on our wedding anniversary. Vegas Baby!
April:Atlantic City, New Jersey. Cruise Planners Training Conference. Research and Development to help make your travel experience even better (and play some slot machines).
May:Europe. Two nights in Athens, Greece, followed by a 7 night sailing on the brand new Majestic Princess. This 7 night sailing departs from Athens and visits Santorini, Montenegro, Sicily, and Naples before disembarking in Barcelona.
September: Alaska.The Great Alaskan Journey. Starting in Seattle with an Amtrak Cascades train ride to Vancouver, British Colombia; 2 nights at the Vancouver Four Seasons; 7 nights on the Star Princess to Whittier, Alaska; 4 nights in the Denali region; finishing in Fairbanks before returning home. This may be what they call a masterpiece vacation.
It looks like the old shoe maker just got a new pair of soles! Enjoy The Journey…
Cruise Planners – Ken & Gail McGuire are hosting their Great Alaskan Journey in September, 2017. A 7 night cruise on the Star Princess out of Vancouver follows your first night at the Four Seasons. The cruise ventures through the Inside Passage, followed by port stops in Ketchikan, Juneau, and Skagway. Sightseeing in Glacier Bay National Park and College Fjord comes before disembarking in Whittier, Alaska. Step off the cruise into an awaiting glass domed train for a six hour scenic rail ride to Talkeetna and the Denali National Park region. The next 4 nights will be spent at various Princess Lodges with tours of Denali and the Chena River. After salmon fishing, a visit to a sled dog facility, whale watching , and memories to last a lifetime, fly home from Fairbanks. For more on this trip, visit Great Alaskan Journey.
2. All-Inclusive in the Caribbean
Breathtakingly beautiful beaches, wonderful year-round weather, the finest service – there are very few places in the world that rival the Caribbean Islands. Sandals, and it’s sister brand Beaches, are the standard bearer for the All-Inclusive experience. From the moment you get off the plane to when they bring you back, everything is taken care of. Sandals is for couples only and has 15 distinct locations throughout the Caribbean. Beaches is a family friendly experience located on Jamaica as well as Turks and Caicos. Cruise Planners – Ken & Gail McGuire are proud to be Certified Sandals Specialists, and will gladly give a free consultation to anyone considering a Sandals or Beaches vacation. Don’t book without them!
FINALLY! Since the embargo in 1960, travel to Cuba has been restricted for all Americans. With the restrictions easing, there are now a number of ways to legally travel to this Caribbean Island. While regulations are still tricky, Cruise Planners- Ken & Gail McGuire are well versed in the legalities and tour operators that handle the logistics. Make this a top a destination for yourself.
4. U.S. National Parks
“Oh Beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountains majesty, Above the fruited plains.” Too many people never get to see how magnificent this country we live in truly is. Take a guided tour through the U.S. National Parks. From the Grand Canyon to Bryce Canyon, YellowStone and the Black Hills, there is much to see and do. Cruise Planners – Ken & Gail McGuire have outstanding business relationships with all the key Tour Operators, and will handle all the logistics for you. All you have to do is Enjoy The Journey…
5. European River Cruise
The 1960’s are over and the time of backpacking through Europe is long past. With itineraries ranging from Tulips in Holland, Wine tasting in Burgundy and Provence, and Castles in Germany, a river cruise is a top option for sightseeing. Cruise Planners – Ken & Gail McGuire are Avalon Waterways Specialists and will handle your booking from start to finish. Call today to find out how to get free airfare.
A perennial favorite on everyone’s bucketlist, Hawaii is a must do. From historic Pearl Harbor to the lushness of Maui, there is much to see and do in America’s 50th state. Let Cruise Planners – Ken & Gail McGuire put your dream itinerary together for you
Ironically, the coolest place on this list is also the hottest. Iceland steps up in popularity every year. See the Northern Lights, the Blue Lagoon, and Mt. Eyjafjallajökull. With names like that, don’t take this booking into your own hands, let Cruise Planners – Ken & Gail McGuire handle the hard part for you.
With all the major cruise lines making regular trips to this English island off the East Coast, it’s easy enough to get to. Immersed in old culture, great restaurants, hotels, and beaches, what’s not to love? Call Cruise Planners – Ken & Gail McGuire to plan the perfect 5-7 night getaway.
9. A Cruise Anywhere
My favorite part of a cruise is that every morning you wake up in a different place – and you’ve done absolutely nothing to get there! Cruise Planners – Ken & Gail McGuire have tremendous buying power with all the cruise lines, and because of that, are able to provide you with more than you’ll ever get on you own. Our priority is to provide you the best value for your trip along with the best service. Think of us as your own personal Travel Concierge, for FREE!
10. Anywhere Else In The World You Want To Go
Travel. It’s the only thing you spend money on that makes you richer. From Rio de Janeiro to Machu Pichu, Disney World to Tokyo, a South African safari to the Fairmont in Lake Louise… Cruise – Planners – Ken & Gail McGuire, we’re making your travel dreams come true.
Call us today to book your next vacation. 631-509-0502. And LIKE us on Facebook.
If you have been following this blog for a while, and many of you have, I thank you. Certainly you noticed I have not posted in some time. I announced recently, with great pride, the acquisition of a Cruise Planners franchise. Yes, that’s right, Mrs. SirOzzy and I bought a travel agency. Travel, as you know, has always been one of my many passions and now I do it professionally. I foresee a lot of “Research & Development Projects” in my future. For the last two months I have been focused intently on the process of beginning a new business. Please visit our new website www.sirozzytravel.com Someone (maybe it was me) once said, “If you find what you love to do, you’ll never have to work again”.
We were patiently waiting for our rental car to be ready for the drive to Key West. The valet parked it out front and was putting on a finishing shine when we were approached by another gentlemen. With company shirt and clip board in hand, he smoothly asked if we would like an upgrade. “How can we get an upgrade when we have the nicest car on the lot?” We watched him retreat to the 3 Spring-Breakers and read his lips as he said, “no deal.” And off we went in our convertible Camaro.
Much has been written on Key West and the drive on the Overseas Highway. But, after reading the story of a man who walked to Key West all the way from Seattle, Washington, my drive pales in comparison. He is still there, just look for Darth Vader playing a banjo on Duval Street.
Here are a few suggestions for things to do in Key West:
First things first, a lunch at Snook’s Bayside Restaurant in Key Largo is a MUST! Be careful not to miss the turn, it will sneak up on you on the right hand side. Get the Lobster Reuben and enjoy the amazing view. The next 100 miles will be the fun part.
Island Dogs Bar. I had the Daily Hair of the Dog Pizza. This very well may be the most perfect remedy for a hangover I ever had. And how about the Good Morning Dog? A bacon wrapped hot dog with fried eggs. This place has got breakfast figured out right!
Blue Heaven. This is the most popular breakfast joint in the Keys. While you are waiting for your table, make sure you belly up to the bar and get a Bloody Mary. And enjoy the live tunes.
Starbucks. I know, I know…who the hell goes to Key West to get Starbucks? Well, we got a couple drinks and a breakfast sandwich and walked over to the pier behind Mallory Square. We enjoyed the peace and quiet while watching pelicans dive for their breakfast. Hey, don’t knock it.
Here’s the thing about Key West, there are about a million restaurants up and down Duval Street and all around the surrounding area. Where ever you are, you are within walking distance of everything. Flip-flops and tank-tops are perfectly appropriate attire at any restaurant. If you can’t find a good lunch in Key West, well, you ain’t looking. A good starting point is Sloppy Joe’s.
Lunch time entertainment.
Sure, there are some good, fine dining restaurants in Key West. But, if I wanted extravagance, I would have stayed in Miami. Ninety miles from Cuba is all about Happy Hour.
Alonzo’s. A great view and even better Garlic Oysters.
Kelly’s Caribbean Bar & Grill. The best chicken wings on the island, and owned by Kelly “You’ve Lost That Loving Feeling” McGillis.
Fogarty’s. Huge portions of American Comfort Food served in an outside seating area. Great spot to eat dinner and people watch.
Better Than Sex. Need I say more? Leave the kids at the hotel.
Kermit’s Key West Lime Shoppe. Self-proclaimed best Key Lime in the world. Has a few awards to back it up.
Key West Cemetery. Grab your jogging (or in my case, walking) shoes and head on over to the cemetery first thing in the morning. Look for the tombstone that says “I told you I was sick”, and “If you don’t have anything nice to say, you’re a jerk.” This could be the most fun you’ll ever have in a cemetery.
Take a Trolley. It’s always the best way to get acclimated to a new area. And these are especially enjoyable with the fun stories told by the guides. The night time Ghosts and Gravestones Trolley Tour is one of the best tours I’ve ever had.
Mallory Square Sunset Celebration. Loaded with street performers of all types, including acrobats, jugglers, musicians and dog trainers, this is what separates Key West from everywhere else in the world. Celebrate as another day ends and night begins.
Mallory Square Sunset Celebration, Key West, FL. February 2016. Enjoy The Journey…
We were sorry to go, but San Juan was calling our name.
Check The Batteries. Make sure the security and smoke alarms are operating properly in the house. My trigger-happy, shotgun-wielding, vodka-swilling brother-in-law will be house watching while we’re away. I do not want him to put a hole through the front door when he hears a low battery chirp coming from the system.
Bring Sunscreen. I’ve been told the Caribbean Sun is different than regular sun.
Bring Booze. Think you can’t bring alcohol on a ship? Try 20 or so shot size bottles mixed in with your cosmetics in each suitcase. It works every time.
Bring Sunglasses. Your eyes will be bloodshot.
Bring Chargers. Don’t forget cellphone, laptop, kindle, ipad, ipod, and game system. A Caribbean cruise is certainly no time to disconnect from the World Wide Web.
Print Documents. Make sure you print everything, especially the ones that are already downloaded on your cellphone, you never know when the battery will die.
For The Ladies. Make sure you have an extra suitcase for your shoes. You will need 7 pairs of flip-flops, because God forbid anyone sees you wearing the same pair twice at the pool. Bring your favorite walking shoes for land excursions, and your second favorite, and your old favorite in case they don’t work out. And bring the new ones you want break in too. You should bring a different pair of heels for dinner every night, and that really nice pair for the night you just might have dinner near the captain. And don’t forget your slippers for your stateroom. All told that’s 19 pairs of shoes, plus the ones you are wearing, 20. That should do.
Eat. While most people prepare by going to the gym so they can look great in that new swimsuit, I have reached that age where I really don’t give a shit what I look like. I practice eating for a couple weeks because I don’t want to look like a lightweight at the buffet.
Make Reservations. The breakfast, lunch, midday snack, and dinner buffet may not be enough. Reservations are required early for specialty restaurants.
Clean House. Make sure your own house is thoroughly cleaned before you leave. Especially the doghouse, you just might find yourself in it.
We love points! We use miles received from airlines, reward systems from hotels, even the free turkey during the holidays from our local grocery store. It seems these days everyone has a Members Benefit Program to earn bonuses and savings. We at SirOzzy base many decisions on how many points we receive. Our loyalty is to companies and credit cards with the best rewards programs.
Rental car companies are the exception. Yes, some companies have points systems. More often than not, however, their programs are either impossible to use or simply not worth it. Hertz, for example, will give a free day after 14. When paying 50% or more as a base rate, that is certainly not a bargain.
SAY NO TO LOYALTY. We recommend you take your loyalty to Avis, Budget, National, or whoever it may be, and toss it out the window at 60 mph of the best deal you can get. Shop around. Often you will find the lowest price is “pay now”. If it is an outstanding deal and you are willing to take the risk, then certainly pay now. Or book the second best deal, watch the price over time, and re-book when you see it lower.
LEAVE THE AIRPORT. We have found the best deals are typically at agencies located away from the airports. Companies like Payless and Fox are always substantially less money. When booking through offsite locations, call in advance and ask where their shuttle will pick you up.
SAY NO TO INSURANCE. Most likely, either your personal car insurance policy or credit card will have rentals covered. If you are unsure, call first. You do not have to purchase additional insurance.
SAY NO TO ADD-ONS. The state of Florida has tolls where cash is not accepted. If you do not have a Florida Sunpass transponder, they take a photo of your license plate and mail you a bill with a small additional surcharge. Unless you have a rental car. With a rental car, the bill goes to the rental agency where they add the toll to your credit card along with a surcharge that could be upwards of $45. In some cases they will rent you a Sunpass in advance for anywhere from $5-15 per day. No matter how you slice it, they are raking you over the coals.
The SirOzzy solution: Prior to our upcoming trip we contacted Florida Sunpass directly and had them mail us a transponder. Problem solved at a reasonable cost.
In sum, be proactive and start your research early. Say no to high prices and additional costs. And most importantly…Enjoy The Journey.
After a 90 minute drive in a bouncy, smelly, and rickety bus, through cane fields and jungle and over wooden bridges, after we paused to let an eight foot long Western Brown Snake pass, we arrived at the raft entrance. The Tenorio River in Guanacaste, Costa Rica was flowing with strong and intense rapids. Although I had only met the 3 Americans a day earlier, I was trusting them with my life. Our guide was called Terminator. It was the third time in 3 consecutive days I thought I was going to die. This is Costa Rica, where it is best to just laugh and hold on. Pura Vida!
If you have ever been surfing on a longboard, you will know they are not particularly light. I had just spent hours riding waves with Pilot Don, while Mrs. SirOzzy and Flight Attendant Louise, the Pilot’s wife, soaked up rays. We were in Tamarindo, Costa Rica, and ready for lunch.
We carried our boards back to the rental shop, down a ways from where we set up for the morning, and across the street, trying not to breathe too heavy from the weight of the boards and sand under our feet. It was our first day in Tamarindo, we didn’t have much of a plan.
“Oye, chou people need some help?”
“No. We’re good.” It’s the universal saying for get the %&$# away from us. It’s most commonly used when some street urchin is trying to hawk his stolen wares or the ex-pat at the hotel invites you to a timeshare presentation. This time it was a tall and skinny local surfer. He was dark skinned and his hair reminded me of seaweed. His English was good.
“Yeah man, I’m good too. I Just wanna know if you need some help. You look like you’re visiting, and my friends have a restaurant down the street. It’s a real nice place right on the beach. I’m not looking for anything from you. I just want to hook my friends up. And if I bring them guests maybe they will give me a drink. My name is Chavo, I’m going that way. Let me show you around.”
Our new friend Chavo walked us through the streets of Tamarindo, waving and saying hola to nearly every person we saw. He told us the story of Costa Rica, with it’s revolution and new constitution. He told us Costa Ricans are educated and have dental insurance, that is why they have such great smiles. And he brought us to his friend’s restaurant, right on the beach, just like he said he would. We offered him some cash. He said, “I don’t take money from mi amigos, get the fish.”
The four of us sat at a round table outside, the shade and cold drinks were refreshing. Not far from where we sat was an enormous tree which hosted a family of Howler Monkees. Someone played guitar.
“Mi amigos from Chavo, welcome to Panga’s. What can I get for you?” The waitress was middle aged, barefoot, shorts and a tanktop, weathered from the salt and sun and years of waiting on tables. But she had a million dollar smile.
“I hear the fish is good. What’s the catch of the day.”
“Senor, you see that man? Down there, on the beach. Walking this way. He has the catch of the day. I will not know what it is until he arrives.”
An hour later, a grilled, whole, Red Snapper, was presented to me. Pilot Don had one too. Garnished with fresh vegetables and lime, it was, quite simply, heaven on a plate. We spent the better part of the afternoon at Panga’s, eating and drinking and laughing the time away. It was a good day.
It is not just the food that makes a great meal, it is the company which you keep. I’ve not spoken much to Pilot Don and Flight Attendant Louise since then. And I’ve never seen Chavo again. But when you share a good meal with good people, you have friends for life.
Notice the drinks match my boardshorts?
Teach a man to fish…
A good day.
While his guitar gently weeped
This post was created as part of WordPress’ Daily Prompt. Seconds!
Too often we take what we have for granted. I came across an interesting blog post by a young traveler recently. She said her goal is to take a 7 day cruise. I felt a twinge of guilt as I read this because I cruise more frequently than I get dental cleanings. Here are 5 great tips to make your dream cruise possible.
Always use a travel agent when making a reservation. Most cruise lines have a fair market booking system. This means a travel agent pays exactly the same amount you pay. Then what is the advantage? Perks. When booking through an agent you can receive prepaid gratuities, additional shipboard credit, specialty restaurant comps, and maybe even a bottle of champagne in your stateroom. Additionally, you will receive more personalized service from a single point of sale.
Book early. The cruise industry is booming and savvy cruisers know what they want and don’t wait for it. (Don’t believe me? Check out the buffet line.) It’s frustrating when you find the exact right itinerary on the exact ship you want, only to learn the accommodations are sold out.
Prices will often come down from the time of your original booking. Check the policy with your agent in advance. If the price lowers, you can usually re-book at no charge prior to final payment. And check the higher level accommodations as well, it could be a no-cost upgrade.
Know your accommodation. This is another great place to utilize your travel agent. Some cruisers are perfectly okay with an interior stateroom, they feel they won’t be in their room very much and it is the single largest price saver. Others want to open doors to a seaside balcony. We prefer a Grand Suite or above. Each level of accommodation comes with specific amenities.
Book your excursions early. The catamaran with drinks and snorkeling at the turtle sanctuary? It’s sold out. Especially when you’re on a bigger ship, the excursions sell out well in advance of your sailing. If there is something specific you want to do, book early. However, you do not have to book an excursion with the ship. Research the area, find out what you want to do, and book or plan it on your own, you’ll save a ton. You do not need your agent for this. But be forewarned, if you choose to go on your own, research the area and culture. There are places that simply aren’t safe to go on your own.
Avoid the buffet. Okay, let’s be frank here, everybody and Uncle Charlie will begin their power eating competition the moment they board the ship. Avoid the buffet for the first few hours. Find a quiet place to sit and start soaking it all in.
For other information, like how to save more on bookings, avoiding ATM and international credit card fees, and the best itineraries, please send us a message. We have tons of valuable information, and even more great tips, and will soon be putting them into book form… Enjoy The Journey!
The illustrious New York Times Travel Show was held at the Jacob Javits Center in New York City this past rainy weekend. Vendors representing every region of the world lined row after row of the enormous convention space. I attacked the floor much the same way I go after food in a Chinese Buffet, hungry for more. I always go for the ribs first, yesterday it was the Caribbean.
As much as I enjoy tasting new things, I go to the familiar first. We visited and chatted with people from places we’ve been like they were old friends. I heard interesting first hand news on happenings in Jamaica, Mexico, Costa Rica, St. Thomas, and even Canada. We’ve been there, done that, and can’t wait to go again.
For the second course, I needed information on places we are visiting in the near future. Jackie, from St. Croix Department of Tourism, loved my question. “I am going to St. Croix for one day next month. I do not want to spend it with 1,000 other cruise passengers, and I also want to keep my money local. What can I do?” It was a $64,000 question, and I got a million dollar answer from Jackie. We’ll have a private island tour ready for us.
We had the familiar and tasted some new offerings, but what is life without trying something new? Meetings with representatives of Africa and Asia got our adventurous juices flowing. In the not so distant future you may be reading a post about climbing Mount Kilimanjaro.
For dessert we went to the seminars. A presentation on how to easily score first class airfare was held by Nomadic Matt. (Thank you Matt for the secret code to score free tickets to the show.) Mrs. SirOzzy sat in on a lecture regarding family travel locations and secrets. I went to the writing seminar. Mr. Max Hartshorne, editor of GoNomad.com, and Mr. Paul Shoul, staff photographer, were speaking.
The two gentlemen presented an introduction to travel writing and photography. Prior to Mr. Hartshorne taking the podium, my balls grew to the size of grapefruits and I presented him my business card. I explained I was the pest who had been hounding him with emails and I would like to join his writing staff. He looked at me like I had 4 heads and abruptly cast my card aside.
Shockingly, I heard from GoNomad this morning. They are looking forward to my upcoming travels to Key West and Puerto Rico. They like my stuff. Stay tuned folks, good things are happening…..
I find wherever I go people are generally supportive of my endeavours and some even a bit envious. But, “I can’t (or wish I could) travel like you,” is what I hear over and over again.
I don’t believe that. I believe if you want to travel, you can. But it helps if you follow our formula. SirOzzy’s aim is to help guide you on your perfect vacation. We want to help you decide where to stay and eat, and where to relax and play. We want SirOzzy to become a verb. “Wow, where did you get all that great information for your trip?” “I SirOzzy’d it!”
Yes, we have an amazing trip coming soon, but it wasn’t planned overnight. As with most trips the SirOzzy clan takes, this one took two years in the making. There is an infinitesimal amount of planning and organization that goes into a successful trip. The details can be overwhelming. Here we will begin to spell out and simplify the decision making process that goes into a vacation like this.
There are three key elements to the art of travel. Each piece has it’s own importance in the puzzle and will affect the outcome of another piece and thus, the trip itself. These pieces are Time, Location, and Money.
Let’s start first with the time frame. The busy time at Mrs. SirOzzy’s job ends every year in early February. The busy time in my career starts in March. Now we know February is a good time to travel. Lesson number one is plan ahead, there are way too many decisions to make in a short period of time.
Now begins the process of where do we go? This is the fun part. We could go virtually anywhere in the world, so before we decide where we’re going, let’s decide where we are not going. Europe is out, it’s too cold in February for us. Australia is out, we went just two years ago. Hawaii? No, too long a flight for what we want. Africa? No. Asia? Nope. The Caribbean? The weather is perfect in February and it’s fairly easy to get to from New York. Yes, the Caribbean it is.
The Caribbean. That’s kind of a big place, a little too big to conquer all at once. Let’s narrow it down. There are some amazing all-inclusive resorts and beautiful hotels in the islands. But for this trip I don’t think I really want to fend for myself too much and I don’t want to sit in one place for too long either. A cruise? I love to cruise. My favorite thing about cruising is that everyday you wake up you’re in an entirely new place, and you’ve done absolutely nothing to get there. Yes, a cruise it will be.
Our favorite cruise line is Royal Caribbean, for reasons we’ll leave to another post. Looking through the cruise book can be a bit overwhelming. The first thing we decide is where do we leave from. Bayonne, NJ and Baltimore, MD are both within driving distance and have cruises departing from there, but sailing the Atlantic during February can be unpleasant. We looked to leave from further south and found The Jewel Of The Seas is in Puerto Rico.
The Jewel is the first ship Mrs. SirOzzy and I went on together and has been our favorite ever since. On that ship was the first of many times I would ask her to marry me. Yes, The Jewel Of The Seas. Next, the itinerary. The Jewel has two different sailings in the month of February, both are 7 nights and both go to the southern Caribbean. One itinerary happened to also fall on our anniversary.
Simple, right? No way. Sure, you can just fly straight to Puerto Rico and jump on a ship, but why do that when you can go a few days in advance and acclimate and enjoy your trip even more? Besides, we have 2 weeks of vacation time, let’s use it.
We began to look at different hotels and realized, shit, we’re already down there, do we necessarily have to stay in Puerto Rico? No, we started looking at the surrounding US Virgin Islands. St. Thomas is not part of the cruise itinerary, and since it is part of the US there is no international flight required. Sounds good, but, hmmmm, there is one other option.
Key West is only a short flight to San Juan. One item that has been on my bucket list for a very long time is driving a convertible to Key West. We can get a direct flight from our local airport to Fort Lauderdale, we’ll rent a car from there. We’ll use our top secret code to get a deal on a room at the Hyatt next to Mallory Square.
Now we have a cruise and Key West. Coming off a cruise and going straight home is always a bit of a drag, so let’s stay one more night and take advantage of San Juan before leaving.
This didn’t happen over night. We began our planning two years ago and solidified the itinerary about 6 months ago. Here’s what it looks like now:
Day 1 Fly to Fort Lauderdale. Drive to Key West.
Day 2 Key West
Day 3 Key West
Day 4 Drive back to Fort Lauderdale
Day 5 Fly to San Juan, Puerto Rico. Cruise
Day 6 Sailing on The Jewel Of The Seas
Day 7 Bridgetown, Barbados
Day 8 Castries, St Lucia
Day 9 St. John’s, Antigua
Day 10 Philipsburg, St. Maarten
Day 11 St Croix, US Virgin Islands
Day 12 San Juan, Puerto Rico. Intercontinental Hotel, Isla Verde
Day 13 San Juan. Fly home.
Now that is what a two week vacation looks like.
As far as the 3rd part to planning a successful trip, Money? Shit, we’ll have to figure that out too, but we have two years to do it.
The period of time leading to a trip excites me as much as the travel itself. All the anticipation and planning is a better feeling than looking forward to Christmas Day when I was a kid. This is my Super Bowl. I love to travel, I love to write, and you get stuck with my blog.
I get lost in the planning. What airline will we be taking? What seats? Should we upgrade? Should we use miles? How do we get to the hotel? Taxi? Bus? Shuttle? Train? Private transfer? For any one trip I have a thousand questions that need to be asked. There was a time when I could just throw a clean pair of underwear in a backpack and go, without a care in the world. Now that I’ve reached middle age, I need to know EVERYTHING. I hate surprises.
And guess what? You get to know everything too. I’ve begun an online blogging course thru WordPress called Blogging 101. My aim has multiple fronts. First, I welcome critique in my writing, my ability to get my voice across. Secondly, I want to improve the blog site itself so I can gain more readers and followers. Maybe someday I will have enough followers that a great hotel wouldn’t mind having SirOzzy.com along to write a review.
SirOzzy will be traveling again next month. We’ll be flying from Long Island to Fort Lauderdale, where we will pick up a car for our drive to Key West. From there, we head to San Juan for a Caribbean cruise. For the next month I will publish posts detailing what it takes to plan and organize such an undertaking.
In the meantime, I’m open to all critique and hate-mail. I’ve always been a tad envious of people that have stalkers. Enjoy The Journey.
I have a tendency to go to bed early. Sometimes very early. If I had it my way, I’d have dinner in bed. Often I find myself laying on top of the bed sheets by 7:00. The lights are just bright enough to read by, the cell phone is within arms reach, and the television is on, with the volume low. But because I’m in bed doesn’t necessarily mean I’m sleeping. I just find the bed to be one of the most comfortable places in the house, kind of like a bear in his cave. Besides, what the hell else am I going to do during a winter on Long Island? After reading, I’ll most likely be asleep by 9.
But it’s not always that way. There are those major annual events that may keep me up late. New Year’s Eve last year actually had me awake until nearly 10pm. I know, I could hardly believe it myself. I’ve become such a party animal in my old age. For a couple of years Mrs. SirOzzy and I went to our (my) favorite local restaurant. But even there we found ourselves crapping out by 10 and struggling to keep our eyes open and head above the table by 11. The problem with New Year’s is that it just comes too damn late.
Ahhhh, but all this old man-pooped out nonsense is for when I’m home. When I’m out traveling everything is different. I sleep just late enough to enjoy the comforts of the strange bed, then I’m up and out. I try to explore every nook and cranny of wherever it is I am. I’ll find the local breakfast joint, a tour, museums, hiking paths, people watching, adventure, shows, bars. And I’ll stay up so late it’s early tomorrow.
My first resolution for 2016 is TRAVEL MORE and stay up later.
After virtually hibernating for the entire month of January, our first trip of the year was to The Baker House 1650. We celebrated our first wedding anniversary at this fantastic Bed and Breakfast in East Hampton. It’s very pricey during the season, but equally reasonable during the off season. For a little bit extra we had the spa closed off and reserved just for ourselves.
What a difference a month makes. We went from the brutal cold and snowy environs of the Northeast to the tropics of Jamaica. Yeah Mon! There are not many things in this world more satisfying than catching a big fish, and I caught one. Since we were staying at a fantastic place that fed us all the freshest seafood we wanted, I had no need to keep my catch. Not thinking it was too big a deal, I gave the fish to one of the mates on the boat. He hugged me and told me it would feed his family for weeks. Giving the fish away was even more satisfying than catching it.
We decided to switch things up a little and drive to Quebec City. And man, did we drive hard. 10 hours, only breaking for gas and restrooms. The drive was worth it however, as we stayed at the Fairmont Chateau Le Frontenac, the most photographed hotel in the world. A grandiose building that is visible from nearly everywhere in the city. We drove hard the way home too, staying for a night in Freeport, Maine . But as beautiful as Quebec was and the memorable drive, the thing I came away with most was the nightmare that followed. Our Jeep spent the next 3 months in and out of the mechanic’s shop recovering. More shit in that engine had to be repaired than you could shake a stick at.
A midsummer day-trip brought the SirOzzy family to Montauk for a day. After a long scenic drive through portions of the Hamptons in our rental car (the Jeep was still in the shop), we found ourselves at an ocean beach. Teaching an inexperienced 10 year old how to body surf in 4 foot waves has to be one of those things only slightly more satisfying than catching a big fish. We could have been out there for eternity. Unfortunately, I didn’t get a single picture.
Which brings me to my second resolution. This year I’m going to take more photos and become a better photographer. I recently received as a gift a sparkly new Nikon D5500 DSLR camera, which I’m learning more about everyday. I can’t wait to share my new masterpieces in 2016.
Shortly after acquiring the new hardware we made our way to one of the more scenic regions of our country. Lake Tahoe and the surrounding Sierra Nevada Mountains is as beautiful and grand as anywhere else I’ve been. One of my favorite things was driving around the lake, occasionally pulling off to the side to capture images. Mrs. SirOzzy hated it. She was near paralyzed with fear that we would fall off a cliff or a boulder would come crashing down on us. One month after we left, thishappened.
We wrapped up the year with a family trip to Hershey, Pennsylvania. This was our Christmas/Chanukah gift to the kids. I suppose with all the wonderful trips we take, it’s only right to include them once in a while!
My third and final resolution for 2016 is to write more. My goal is to post one blog per week for the year. So please help inspire me by following this site (there’s a link at the bottom of the page), “Like” SirOzzy on Facebook, and follow _sirozzy_ on instagram. I’m hoping for a ton of new followers by 2017, but in the meantime, lets Enjoy The Journey.
With suitcases packed and pillows strewn across the back seat of the family wagon, the SirOzzy family left at 5 am for a weekend of adventure at Hershey. Mrs. SirOzzy was co-pilot while the three boys were our backseat drivers. The four and a half hour drive was hardly reminiscent of the 27 hour drive my family took to Disney World when I was a child. During that trip there were six of us, four children, packed into a station wagon. My mother was a chain smoker and the car was always filled with what could only be described as something similar to mustard gas. Of course she wouldn’t roll the window down, that would mess up her beehive. I’m also certain, without hardened evidence, my father was imbibing while driving to calm his nerves. It was a different age. Long gone are the days when parents brought home their newborns resting on their lap in the front seat of a car. Seat-belts were always lost, tucked in between the seats, when they weren’t being used to tie each other up. To pass the time we played license plate games and had word finds. I noticed every cow, horse, and farm along the way, my eyes were always glued to whatever was outside the window. Maybe I was dreaming of, and planning, my future travels. The SirOzzy kids hardly took their eyes off their personal handheld video game apparatus. The four hours passed quickly.
A bit about the boys. The oldest is the Quiet Guy. He’s so quiet, in fact, he didn’t speak until he was nearly four years old. Not a word, or a cry, or barely a sound came out of that child. Most parents could only dream of such a quiet child, but after a while it became concerning. By the time he was three years old my concern turned to worry that he was autistic, or had some other ailment which rendered him silent. Consultations with specialists produced results from a slew of tests and procedures. At the conclusion, Dr. So and So announced, “He’s perfectly fine. He just has nothing to say.” To this day, when Quiet Guy does have something to say, people listen.
The middle child is the Talker. Words come flying out of his lispy mouth like wildfire. More often than not, these words are spoken in a completely random, nonsensical manner, with neither rhyme nor reason. He just talks and talks and talks. The key to his puzzle is always pay attention, you just never know when something might make sense.
And then there is the Noisemaker. For all the words that comes from the mouth of the Talker, sounds emit from the Noisemaker. Beep, bloop, burp, whip, whop, slursh, scream, sceech, screwl, clang, clap, clop, click, fart, burp, belch, shart, deedle-deedle-deedle. He produces a never ending array of noises that come from his mouth, his, hands, his feet, and everywhere in between. I would take him to a doctor, but certainly the doctor would simply say, “he likes to make noises.” Mrs. SirOzzy says, “Jim Carrey, eat your heart out.”
We checked in early to the Hershey Lodge and the boys were ecstatic over their first piece of chocolate for the trip. Reception handed out a full Hershey Bar to all, and rest assured, it was ripped open and devoured before we reached the elevator. There would be much more chocolate to enjoy and in due time we would learn proper tasting technique from the professionals.
The Hershey Lodge is a family friendly 665 room hotel located just a few minutes away from Hershey Park. Strangely enough, we learned there is no actual town of Hershey, Pennsylvania. Hershey is an unrecognized community named, obviously, after the innovative and iconic Milton S. Hershey. So while some businesses, like the Hershey Lodge, are directly affiliated with Hershey Company, other entities, such as the Hershey Pantry, are associated with the community and thus have no relation with the chocolate company. It’s worth knowing what’s what around town.
Because we departed so early in the morning there was time to fill up on lunch sandwiches and chips prior to departing for Hershey Park. The park opens at noon on weekends this time of year, but Chocolate World opens at 11… YAY!
In 1973, the Hershey Factory stopped giving tours. It wasn’t under a veil of secrecy, ala the Wonka Factory, it was simply because they couldn’t accommodate all the demand. In came Chocolate World. Located right next to the park, Chocolate World is a sort of super mall of all things Hershey. A 4D movie theater, a ride simulating the factory works, chocolate tasting, chocolate bar making, and as much chocolate as you could possibly imagine buying adorn the 100,000 square foot building. We would do and see it all in the next two days.
After watching the short Hershey themed 4D movie (admittedly, I previously had no idea what a 4D movie was), we jumped onto the Hershey’s Chocolate Tour Ride. Of course there was “free” chocolate at the conclusion of both these attractions. The Tour Ride features three singing cows that are only slightly less annoying than the It’s A Small World ride in Disney World. Between the perturbing ringing of the cow’s song and the pestering of the kids hyped up on cocoa, we were ready to beat feet for the park.
Arriving finally at the park, I was reminded many times of Disney World. Mostly, I was reminded this is NOT Disney. Though it is a theme park for a major US corporation, Hershey is much smaller in every sense of the word. Even with the park generally inferior, with lesser crowds (hence shorter lines), and fewer attractions, we were nonetheless occupied and enjoyed a solid 8 hours in the park. It would have been nice to split up the time a little bit and do two days in the park, but we only had passes for one.
While sitting on one particular park bench, Mrs. SirOzzy and I had quite a sobering moment… We realized that we were indeed sitting on a park bench… We were sitting on said park bench while our children were on rides, without us. We have reached that age when our children are capable of running off on their own, and we only have enough stamina to sit on a bench and watch. It was just one more sign of middle age and things to come.
Dinner was at The Bear’s Den, a restaurant in the hotel named after the local minor league hockey club. Following burgers and fries we tiredly retreated to our rooms. God only knows what happened in the boys room, as it was the first time the three boys had a hotel room to themselves without direct parental supervision. One can only imagine what kind of mischievousness and horseplay went on in that room over night.
So we woke the next morning rested and ready to tackle another full day of Hershey adventures. We started with a buffet breakfast at the Hershey Hotel. A 4 star luxurious hotel, I’m glad we didn’t stay there with the kids, but I would look forward to staying there with Mrs. SirOzzy. The Circular is the signature restaurant designed specifically by Mr. Hershey himself. Large, open, and round, with not a pillar or obstruction in sight, there are magnificent views of the grounds from every table. The food was delicious and the service exceptional, we really enjoyed our breakfast. We told the kids to load up, because lunch was not likely in the cards.
Following breakfast we had the opportunity to go on a free guided tour of the hotel. The tourguide, Albert, had his retirement party that same week and this would be his swansong, so-to-speak. Interestingly enough, there were quite a few Hershey executives present as well. The Hershey archivist was in attendance, as well as the museum curator, chief of reservations, head of spa, and a few others that seemed equally important. This was a great learning tour, evidenced by the fact that during the 2 hours Albert managed to keep the attention of all 3 boys. Little did anyone know, I read the boys the Riot Act before the tour.
We rewarded the boys for their good behavior with another trip back to Chocolate World. This time they would partake in a Chocolate Tasting Seminar, followed by designing their own Hershey Bar. This is another wonderful thing to do, as you can watch the bar be made from concept, to production, to packaging, and it’s all custom.
I’ve often said that kids can learn more in one or two days with their parents than they will in one month of school. This was true when we brought them onto the Hershey Works Historical Trolley Ride. For nearly two hours we were treated to a history lesson given by a bright and funny young man named Tim. The kids and myself learned the fascinating story of Milton Hershey and how he was a part of the Industrial Revolution. We also learned about the Milton S. Hershey School, a great contribution to society and education.
The school was founded in 1910 for orphaned boys. While requirements for admission to the school has changed over the years, it is still a philanthropic institution for disadvantaged children. Mr. Hershey always gave full credit to his wife, “It was Kitty’s idea,” he often said. Mr. and Mrs. Hershey never had any children and thus set up a trust fund for the school. Today, it’s valued at over $9 billion. You will never hear me complain about the cost of a Hershey Bar. Look under the flap of any Hershey Bar to learn more.
The tour continued with visits to all things Hershey, with plenty of chocolates and jokes along the way. While passing the Penn State Hershey Medical Center, Tim told us the hospital even has a Chocolate Eaters Rehab. He once spent two days recovering from the Hokey-Pokey, but he “turned himself around. And that’s what it’s all about.”
We all slept good that night and woke to a local breakfast. We were on the road soon after and home in plenty of time for a light, chocolate-free, dinner. All in all, it was a very good trip filled with fun and learning. We sure did a lot of activities in two days, and it certainly wasn’t cheap, but it didn’t break the bank either. And finally, don’t smoke with a beehive or children in the car.
As a kid no dare was too great. Riding a skateboard down the biggest hill and fighting the toughest kid on the block were just two of many notches on my belt. I was King of the Ring and Run. I could swim the furthest distances and jump from the highest peaks. As a young man the feats became greater and more death defying. Fast cars and hair raising adventures were my thing. Fear was an excuse for others, not me, I’ve always had a never ending quench to conquer the greatest challenges.
Now I find myself in the Sierra Nevada mountain range, speeding along the ridge of another majestic ascent. Switchbacks and hairpin turns race past me in a blur. Just off the shoulder-less road is a 3,000 foot vertical drop along a sheer faced granite slab. The cliff ends where the crystal blue water of Lake Tahoe crashes into sixty five million year old boulders. The drive is exhilarating and sublimely mesmerizing.
“Would you please slow down?!” Mrs. SirOzzy shrieks from the passenger seat.
“Jesus Christ, Babe, I’m already doing ten miles an hour under the speed limit, and there are fifteen cars behind me!” My knuckles are white on the steering wheel of the Ford Focus. I’ve entered middle age.Our one week stay in Lake Tahoe was supposed to be for relaxation. It’s been a year of hard work and routine day to day stresses. A mellow resort during the off season seemed like an ideal place to unwind and rejuvenate before the grind of yet another Northeast Winter.
A casual hike is always a great way to jump start a lazy day. Granted, I’m not in the condition I used to be, but I believe I’m still better off than my counterparts. Although I’ve gained a bit over the years in my midsection, my hairline has receded and thinned, and my beard has some aging colors in it, I swear I’m not old, fat, or bald – yet. I only wear glasses for reading. I also can’t jog or run like I used to, but I can still walk a few miles at a good clip. So when we asked the concierge about a moderate hike and were told about a place called Tunnel Creek, we figured we were in for an easy morning.The trail head starts just behind a coffee stop called the Tunnel Creek Cafe. A genuine establishment reminiscent of the mining period. This is the kind of place Mad Jack would buy his supplies from on his Ol’ Number Seven Mule on the TV series Grizzly Adams (Did I just date myself?). We were assured that the trail would be easy walking, despite the significant snowfall a few days earlier. Of course we were looking forward to stepping into the cafe prior to our departure, not so much to load up on provisions, but rather to get a cup of coffee and maybe chat with some locals. Ominously, the cafe was closed; good thing we weren’t climbing Denali. Oh well, we’ll make do with out.Onward and upwards we went. Mrs. SirOzzy will readily admit she is not an outdoors-woman, or really much of the adventurous type. A hike to the indoor pool at a Ritz Carlton is excursion enough. But she is a trooper and an accommodating partner. Steadily climbing uphill, the scenic lake and mountain vistas opened itself wide to us. The views of this region are really magnificent, they can’t be understated. We continued plodding uphill. The snow was thick and icy under our feet and elevation was gained with every step. Living our entire lives at sea level, we’ve become accustomed to full breathes of air, here the cold air is refreshing, but thinner with every step. Holy crap, this isn’t as easy as I thought it would be. My steps slowed and became increasingly labored. My less than eager hiking parnter was falling back quickly. If we could just make it to the top of the next ridge.There was a “Bear in Area” sign. Are you kidding me? Of course the thoughts of being mauled by a giant Grizzly Bear were already on my mind. The Sierra Nevada Mountains was the home of Grizzly Adams and his Bear Ben. But who the hell puts a sign in the middle of the woods? Ok, we’ll go back now.After trail blazing a few exhausting miles, and what seemed like 7,000 feet of elevation gain, we were cozily back in the car. The drive down the scenic highway brought us to Zephyr Cove, one of the countless beaches pockmarking the perimeter of the lake. Though we’ve made this drive a number of times already, Mrs. SirOzzy never quite got used to it. She’d slump down in her seat, tuck most of her face into the neck opening of her coat, cross her arms in front of her body, hands in her armpits, and stare straight out ahead, never looking out the window, as that may cause us to crash into the cold blue water hundreds of feet below to our ultimate peril.
At the dock we boarded the MS Dixie for a narrated afternoon tour of Lake Tahoe. This was more her cup of tea. An old, but comfortably apportioned, paddle-wheel ship loaded with tourists, our cruise would bring us to Emerald Bay and back. Lake Tahoe is 22 miles long and 12 miles wide filled with the clearest water this side of the Caribbean. Surrounded by the towering pines of the Sierra Nevada, the million dollar views never get old.Arriving into Emerald Bay we learned the fate of Captain Dick Barter. After a day of drinking, his ship sank off the shore of Rubicon Point in 1,400 feet of water. His body was never found. Some claim on a foggy morning you can see his ghost rise from the water and make it’s way back up the hill.We finished our boat tour and decided to drive the perimeter of the entire lake. That’s when we had our aforementioned cliff driving event in the Ford Focus. For our day of relaxation we nearly suffered altitude sickness, were warned about presumably hungry bears, heard about ghosts, and had a near death experience cliff driving. But man, was it ever scenic. It was time for a glass of wine by the fireside.Our adventures didn’t stop there though. A day in South Lake Tahoe is somewhat enjoyable, but one day in a lifetime proved to be enough. Another day trip brought us to Virginia City, an old mining town that I would recommend to anyone, also just for one day in a lifetime. The residing attitude here was, “When everything else fails, invite the tourists, but don’t make them too comfortable.” After a couple haunted hotel visits, beers in the Bucket-O-Blood and Red Dog Saloons, and crappy hamburgers in some run down lunch joint, we were ready to get back to the familiar environs of our noisy and smoky casino. Another day brought us hiking along the Western States Trail near Squaw Valley California, home of the 1960 Winter Olympics. Sand Harbour is Tripadvisor’s number 1 thing to do in the region. A remarkably beautiful and serene state park, if I lived in the area I’d be there everyday. But unless I get cast in the remake of Grizzly Adams, I don’t think I’ll ever live there.Our final day brought us back to Reno. Homeless people, drug addicts, and derelicts littered every corner of this shit-hole excuse for an American city. If you paid me a gazillion dollars, I might consider driving through, otherwise you’ll never catch me in that dump again. But as for Lake Tahoe… We met some wonderful people, ate A LOT better than we expected, and had lots of fun. We came home far more tired from this relaxing vacation than we expected to. Next stop….Margaritas in Key West!
If I was a geologist, this post would start 85 million years ago. I would describe, in all it’s scientific glory and details, how a large landmass, now Australia, split off Antarctica and drifted north, into the Pacific Ocean. Over the next 20 million years there were smaller splits which created New Zealand and Tasmania. New Caledonia, the Vanuatu Archipelago, and the Solomon Islands were also created by these seismic events. But I am not a geologist, so you won’t be bored with what happened between then and 4,000 years ago.
I am also not an Anthropologist. If I were, I would be able to tell a tale of the first inhabitants of these untouched and dormant tropical islands. Four thousand years ago a small group of Melanesian fishermen set off in their outrigger canoes in search of God-knows-what. We can safely assume they got lost in a storm, or stuck to a whale they were chasing. Whatever the cause, 1,000 miles west of Australia, they came across these volcanic islands and made them home. But I am not an anthropologist, so I won’t bore you with what happened for the next 4,000 years.
If I was a Historian, I would tell the story of Frank McLoughlin, a young man from Hell’s Kitchen who joined the Army Air Corps in 1941. Taken from a life on the tough streets of New York he was trained to be a turret gunner on the B-24 bomber, also known as a flying coffin. He flew 50 missions, fighting Japanese Imperialism, during World War II in the South Pacific campaign. On one particular mission, while being swarmed by enemy firepower like a nasty hive of bees, he shot down 2 Japanese Zeroes and returned safely to the Solomon Islands from the Philippines. Seventy years later he was recognized for his acts of bravery and heroism, and received the Distinguished Flying Cross Medal. But I am not a historian, and will save that story for the future.
If I was a Sociologist, I would tell the story of Staff Sergeant McLoughlin’s Grandson. Fifty years after Frank’s heroics, a young man was taken off the streets and found himself in a cold and dimly lit prison cell in Elmira, New York. The first 2 books he read since childhood were by James Michener: Hawaii and Tales From The South Pacific. Each book he read 3 or 4 or 5 times, not because he loved them so much, but because that’s all he had. Reading was his only chance of escape and there was no better place than The Solomon Islands, New Caledonia, and The Vanuatu Archipelago. Deep in his soul, he knew he would never get to those places. But I’m not a Sociologist, and won’t bore you with what happened to him for the next 25 years.
What I have become, however, is a traveler. So, in February, 2014, just a few weeks after the wedding of the century, my new wife and I set off on a dream cruise. The itinerary would have us depart from Sydney, Australia and take us to various islands in the South Pacific, belonging to both New Caledonia and the Vanuatu Archipelago.
Our exploration was on Royal Caribbean’s Rhapsody of the Seas. Staying in an Owner’s Suite entitled us to the best amenities and services offered, and man, did we take advantage of that. As a suite guest, there are no lines anywhere and our personal concierge is at our beck and call. We spent most evenings on this 12 night cruise in the Concierge lounge, with a top-shelf open bar from 4 to 9 every night, complete with private bartender.
Although we had spent the last 2 weeks exploring Sydney and the Great Barrier Reef, it wasn’t until we were on the ship with 2,500 people that we really learned what the Aussies are like. Generally speaking, they weren’t the most inviting, at first. It seemed like most needed to say hello (G’day) and see us a few times before opening up. But once they warmed up to us, they became friends for life.
And then there was John and Rose, from Tasmania. We met this interesting couple at dinner on our first night. John was a character, zingy one-liners flew faster than nautical miles. He quickly let us know he was from Tasmania, not New Zealand. He didn’t like Kiwis, his sheep were much healthier and handsome than any from that untamed nation below his. Not to mention the horrid things those New Zealand Neanderthals do to their sheep. Yes, the men are men, but the sheep are afraid.
He was fascinated when he discovered we were from the States. “I once went to Los Angeles. Is it very far from New York?” Not particularly, John. ” Well, I tell ya, I was there. Couldn’t believe how many coloreds there was. Bunch a big niggers everywhere. Got on an elevator with one. Bigger than a milk cow. So I says to this colored man, you just the biggest nigger I ever seen. Didn’t mean nothing by it, we don’t see too many coloreds down under, but damn he had a temper, thought he was gonna kill me, don’t know why. But the funny part, he was a queer to boot!” John let out a boisterous roar, and Rose, nodding and parroting, laughed too.
The next 11 nights we spent avoiding Tasmanian John and Rose, not always with great success.
By the second day sailing most men, and quite a few women, were thoroughly wrecked and that’s when the chants started. Aussie!, Aussie!, Aussie!, Oi!, Oi!, Oi!!!! “What the hell is that?” Gail says to me. I explained, that’s their national chant. We heard it often, typically at the conclusion of an AC/DC song played poolside, or Olivia Newton-John in the Karaoke Bar. “That’s stupid,” says Gail. And off we sailed to New Caledonia.
Noumea is the capitol and largest city of New Caledonia. A welcome sight after days at sea, it rose in the morning thru an eerie fog. I thought of Skull Island, that dark and foreboding home to King Kong. I expected to see natives shaking torches at me and banging drums. But it wasn’t like that at all, mostly.
As is typical with Gail and I, we didn’t follow the cruise crowd after tendering to the mainland. Instead, we ventured off to the tiny island of Amadee. By my estimation, this remote little island in the middle of the South Pacific couldn’t have been more than 8 acres in total. The only semi-permanent construction on the island is a decades old lighthouse, which was offered up for climbing and viewing. The inhabitants of Amadee consists of the lighthouse keeper and his seemingly understandable and equally anti-social wife.
The greatest feature of the island, though, was the beach. While larger than most Caribbean beaches, it was just as magnificent. Within minutes I was snorkeling with giant sea turtles and the infamous, and highly venomous, striped sea snakes. Though their poison apparently packs quite a wallop, I understand these snakes are virtually harmless. Their fangs are set deep in the back of their narrow mouths. In order to be struck by one, you would have to literally stick your finger down it’s throat. But I wasn’t going to take that chance and opted for a BBQ luau lunch with the local grass skirt girls.
Dinner that night introduced us to the only other Americans on the ship. With this retired Los Angeles detective and his Cuban born wife, we laughed thru several nights and plenty of wine. They were a pleasant respite from the locals, especially Tasmanian John.
After a day in Lifou, of the Loyalty Islands, we discovered Vila, Vanuatu. We hired a local taxi driver, Alberic, to be our personal tour guide for the day. A native to this region, Alberic happily obliged us for the day. After seeing our general disinterest at the tourist friendly Turtle Sanctuary, Alberic realized we wanted something a little more off the beaten path.
Off the ocean, past the farms and small villages, we entered a jungle. Through the dark woods we drove to where, Alberic told us, only the locals go. Alongside a stream we began to see an occasional wooden kayak and locals milling around. The stream was so clear, at first I thought it was empty. Before we knew it, we were in a dirt parking lot with the smells of BBQ and locals running around. “We’re here,” said Alberic.
By “here”, he meant the most amazing blue water hole I could have ever imagined. The water was so clear and clean it was like swimming in cool air. I spent hours swimming. This was the South Pacific of my dreams.
We finished our day drinking cocktails at The Warwick Hotel at La Lagon, a beautiful resort just down the road from the cruise port in Vila. While there were no passengers from the ship, it seemed like half the crew was playing in the pool. We laughed at our fortune and thanked Alberic for a wonderful day.
The next day brought us to Champagne Bay, on the largest of the Vanuatu islands, Espiritu Santo. Following that we arrived at Luganville, located on the backside of Espiritu Santo. Here we met Linesse, another local taxi driver willing to be our tour guide for the day.
As friendly as Alberic was, Linesse knew her history. We spent hours at another local water hole, known locally as “blu ho”. Linesse was a walking encyclopedia of World War II knowledge. When I mentioned my Grandfather was a veteran she really opened up. She showed us the roads that the Americans built 70 years earlier. To this day, not a pothole anywhere. She pointed out an area where American troops hid tanks and other heavy artillery. It was a heap of thick brush. “We call that American Vine.” In addition to weapons, apparently we brought over the vine to hide them.
Something that did not come as a surprise was that every island had absolutely amazing beaches. Mystery Island, on day number 9 was no exception. A completely uninhabited island in the Archipelago, we had another day of snorkeling with sea turtles and reef sharks. Our tans were perfected. But truth be told, at this point in the trip, we were ready for some city life.
Evenings on the ship continued to consist of drinks at the concierge lounge and your traditional corny cruise entertainment. We walked out on a number of comedians, as they were recycling old Henny Youngman style slapstick comedy. We could hear Tasmanian John and Rose cackling from across the theatre. But we also met some great people along the way. Michael and Vicky were one such couple. Michael is an executive chef at a 4 star retaurant and restored our faith in Tasmanians.
We met these two in the lounge and shared plenty of drinks together. Back at Champagne Bay we sat beachside and smoked cigars. I could talk to a chef about his craft for days.
Twenty five hundred passengers on a ship sure seems like a lot, but somehow, we manage to continually bump into the same people over and over. So it was disconcerting when we hadn’t seen Michael and Vicky in a number of days. And there we were, on the Isle of Pines, appropriately named by Captain Cook, when we saw Vicky. Practically crawling behind her came Michael, with his face bandaged from side to side. “What in the name of New Caledonia happened to you?” As it turned out, after we shared a few drinks and a smoke at Champagne Bay he decided it would be good idea to go for a swim. Diving headfirst into the water he face-planted smack into an old coral bed, breaking his nose and ripping off half the skin on his face. He vouched for the Medical Staff on Royal Caribbean, and we had another drink and laughed our asses off.
We spent the next two days sailing back to Sydney. We laughed as we heard the old Men At Work tune, I come from a land down under. When that song played poolside, it was as if the ship stopped, everybody, and I mean everybody, sang along. And then the chants of Aussie! Aussie! Aussie! Oi! Oi! Oi!
James Michener, my favorite author, once said about the people of Vanuatu, “…the friendliness of the peoples, their infectious smiles and their open heartedness will remain forever one of life’s treasures.”
We spent nearly a month traveling various parts of the South Pacific, but to say we even saw any of it, is like asking if you know the big guy in an elevator in Los Angeles.