A cruise skeptic hops aboard ... and finds fun
Ziplining, karaoke, doing nothing part of the perfect recipe for relaxation
![]() Ido Magal Our cruise got off to a shaky start. But then the Grand Princess docked in Roatan, Honduras — and that's where the story changed. |
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I hadn't expected this to happen. My husband and I are explorers. We prefer leisurely stays to hit-and-run visits. We'd rather hike than hit the 24-hour buffet. We like to find adventures, not have them planned by a cruise-sanctioned “excursion” company. And Steve and I really needed a vacation alone — not with colleagues, and certainly not with 3,000 strangers.
So when we got a chance to take a free Princess cruise to the Western Caribbean, we were appreciative but wary. Steve and I both believed this trip, a gift from his company to the employees and their families, would be something we'd endure, rather than enjoy.
Boy, were we wrong.
We had a shaky start. We arrived in Galveston, Texas, armed with hot-weather clothes — only to find cool temperatures and a brisk breeze. The massive Grand Princess, viewed from the bus that shuttled us to the port, looked imposing, greedy and frivolous. I couldn't imagine having fun there.
I was dizzy and uncomfortable as we plowed through the waters of the Gulf of Mexico. I was irritated by the ever-present pump bottles of hand sanitizer and our stateroom steward, who called out to greet us every time we crept from our room. “Hi Steve! Hi Kristin!,” he'd yell as we beat a hasty retreat. “Can I be of assistance?”
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Ido Magal I left a city shrouded in gray skies and drizzle. Three days later, it was sunny skies and sunny smiles in Port Royal, Honduras. |
Zip it
But then I found myself zipping down a cable through a Honduran rainforest, and everything changed.
I was actually pretty scared to zipline. I’ve been on safari in South Africa and I prefer my ski runs to be the black diamond variety. But dangling from a pulley over a rainforest? No thanks. Yet there I was, strapped in and helmeted, oversized gloves on my hands.
“I think once you get through the first five seconds, it's OK,” I told Wyatt, my new 11 year-old friend. He looked at me doubtfully, but then we were zipping — through the trees and above the trees, over a rickety rope bridge and a murky brown river. As we glided from platform to platform, I felt jubilant. When else would I ever get to do something like this again?
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The cables and pulleys deposited us on a near-deserted beach in Gumbalimba Park. The sun was hot, the water was warm and the lounge chairs were plentiful. For the first time in a long time, I felt my jangled nerves start to uncoil. My job at that moment was to do ... nothing. There was a bus waiting to take me back to the ship, and a ship’s captain ready to pilot us to our next port. The bed was made, dinner was handled. I could take a lazy nap, or go for a dip in the turquoise Caribbean. I could do, or not do, whatever I wanted.
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