I just took a 5-day internet and writing hiatus in order to focus on building rapport with other crew members. In other words, I got wasted.
To say that crew members on ships drink a lot is like saying a bullemic person likes to graze. The sheer quantity of alcohol consumed in any given day is mind-boggling. Many crew members get drunk twice a day – during the day at port and then late at night after work. From past experience I can only handle getting drunk once a day, which in ship-reality makes me a light-drinker. The irony never escapes me that if I was back home and told friends that I drink 6 beers every day, there’s no way I’d be known as a light drinker.
We were in Cabo San Lucas today. In an effort to be more social, I spent the day with some crew members. It wasn’t long before I remembered why, despite being an ENFP, that I preferred to do my own thing in ports. After taking a water taxi to the beach, we headed to possibly the most touristy restaurant on the beach. You know those restaurants – where everyone speaks English, prices are in (inflated) US dollars and burgers are on the menu. And you know it’s a really classy joint when the special of the day is tequila squirted out of a water pistol by a guy dressed as a Mexican cowboy.
Begrudingly, I sat down with the others and ordered lunch. I love Mexican food and was starving anyway. Unfortunately, the food was barely fit for human consumption, besides costing more than any Mexican food I’ve ever paid for in Canada or USA. Seriously, I’ve thrown up food that’s tasted better on the way out, than this. But I was probably the only one who noticed, as everyone else at that establishment was fucked.
In many ways, crew members are your absolute stereotypical tourists. You know, the type who’s idea of a good time is to eat and drink at the the biggest tourist traps. It was social but it’s not travelling, and I’m not entirely sure why the two need to be mutually exclusive.
Which in a way, makes me a little worried.
Most of the travel I’ve done has been as a solo traveler. Not by choice but by necessity. I wanted to go somewhere and no one I knew wanted to join me, so I went anyway. After overcoming the initial fear, I started to believe that solo travel should be compulsory. In fact, you will find a pleathora of other travelers who will give you reasons as to why solo travel is a joy. Indeed, you definitely learn a lot from going solo, even if it’s ultimately not for everyone.
But I think too much solo travel can be a bad thing as well. It’s all to easy to become selfish. You go where you want and do want you want, when you want. It’s like being single for too long, you can forget the joy of teamwork and shared decisions.
I may be selfish but in this particular case, I think it’s more comparable to those offices cultures where your co-workers enjoy going out for expensive lunches, while you feed on your packed lunch. You sacrifice being social with the group, in favour of fiscal responsibility. It’s all about finding the right balance.
[cruisesurfer’s log sea-date: 47:4:3 | 13:51]