I think it would be remiss of me not to acknowledge the recent earthquake and offer my condolences to everyone back home.
On 22nd February, 2011 a 6.3 magnitude earthquake shook Christchurch. At last count there were 113 confirmed dead and 228 people listed as missing. Heart-wrenching stuff. Makes you realize that no matter where you are or what you do, life is fragile.
It’s also surreal to think that this has happened. When you travel, it’s easy to feel removed from the rest of the world. Much more so, when you work on a cruise ship. Your typical problems here are what to do in port and whether to go to the crew bar at night or not. It’s a simple life, sort of a sepia-toned reality. You know, almost like one of those cheesy TV shows from the 50s except with a disproportionate number of Filipino men. Conversely, this makes reality seem like a bizarrely complex alien world which we experience only via TV and Facebook.
But just because we are far away doesn’t mean that we aren’t thinking of people at home. Sending my love, in this time of great calamity.
[cruisesurfer's log sea-date: 106:10:2 | 4:48]