I just saw this post and had to provide my 2 cents. I sailed (1987?) a southern Caribbean itinerary with my (then) wife and my business partner and his wife. It was the first cruise for the three of them. I had previously sailed on the Starward of NCL. We departed in the evening from San Juan. When we arrived at the ship, there was a full blown party with live music, dancing, drinking. It was a wild scene, everyone was having a great time. Suddenly, the whistles start blowing, the PA comes on, announcing that the ship would be sailing soon. To our chagrin and ultimate sadness, everyone that was partying on the deck disembarked, leaving us with an entire ship filled with AARP retirees from New Jersey. We were easily the youngest people on board by at least 50 years.
The ship reeked of creosote, the seas were high, and my partner's wife spent most of her port time in the vain attempt to get another cruise liner to take us aboard. She felt that she had been bamboozled about the cruise. It would be many years before she trusted us to take her on another cruise.
The captain made mention of the burning sinking of the Carla C's sister ship, the Bianca C, in Grenada Harbour 20-some years earlier. It was a memorable cruise, and pointed out that one should never choose a cruise based on the strength of itinerary alone.
Carla C who remembers her !!
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I just saw this post and had to provide my 2 cents. I sailed (1987?) a southern Caribbean itinerary with my (then) wife and my business partner and his wife. It was the first cruise for the three of them. I had previously sailed on the Starward of NCL. We departed in the evening from San Juan. When we arrived at the ship, there was a full blown party with live music, dancing, drinking. It was a wild scene, everyone was having a great time. Suddenly, the whistles start blowing, the PA comes on, announcing that the ship would be sailing soon. To our chagrin and ultimate sadness, everyone that was partying on the deck disembarked, leaving us with an entire ship filled with AARP retirees from New Jersey. We were easily the youngest people on board by at least 50 years.
The ship reeked of creosote, the seas were high, and my partner's wife spent most of her port time in the vain attempt to get another cruise liner to take us aboard. She felt that she had been bamboozled about the cruise. It would be many years before she trusted us to take her on another cruise.
The captain made mention of the burning sinking of the Carla C's sister ship, the Bianca C, in Grenada Harbour 20-some years earlier. It was a memorable cruise, and pointed out that one should never choose a cruise based on the strength of itinerary alone.