The Norwegian Jewel.

Put into service 3 weeks before we boarded.

 

I've seen Titanic. Getting ready for the worst.

 

Leaving Miami... and cell phones, and work, and worries behind.

 

First drink of many.

 

Next day at sea, on our way to Roatan, Honduras.

 

Pool 1

 

Pool 2. Ice carving in the background.

 

Courtney ready for sunburn.

 

 

Docked in Coxen Hole, Roatan. Named after the pirate John Coxen.

 

Greeted by the locals.

 

Crazy bus ride to the west end of the island for our snorkel and kayak tour.

No traffic, no stoplights, no rules.

 

Our base of operations, the "Cannibal Cafe" where they'd love to have you for lunch.

Owned by a guy from Libertyville, IL who moved here 15 years ago. No shit!

 

Some pics from snorkeling.

 

Ready for kayaking.

 

Our guide, Quentin Brooks, demonstrates how to climb a coconut tree. (Insert joke here).

 

This bird fed us Fruit Loops and answered to "Sam"

 

This animal is like a cross between a rabbit and a rat, and along with Iguana, is the preferred food of locals. I'd be skinny too if those were my choices.

 

The ritzy part of town.

 

I think everyone owns a dog in Roatan.

 

Courtney shops in an "Indiana Jones" style marketplace.

 

This lizard saved a bunch of money on its car insurance by switching to Geiko.

 

I took this picture right before we left Roatan. That's some clear water!... and I'm in our room on the 9th floor.

This could be the coolest picture I've ever taken.

 

One of the ships nightclubs.

 

These 3 nutty Asians got on stage and sang a slew of reggae songs, along with some Elvis. They were awesome. The guy on the left "Sonny" was incredible. They don't look like it, but they could sing.

 

Trashed. Stewed. Lit. Hammered. Shnokered. Ruined.

 

Another nightclub, The Fyzz, on the ship.

 

 

Grand Cayman Island. Notice the terrific weather.

 

We were one of 7 cruise boats docked there. Needless to say, it was a bit crowded.

 

Pulling up in a ferry boat. This traffic jam took forever.

 

Later we got to Stingray City, where all these boats come to let people play with the Stingrays.

 

And here they come!

 

And immediately attack Courtney.

 

They were everywhere.

 

Courtney, our guide, and I pose with one.

 

Big ones, and small ones.

 

Heading back to shore.

 

The experience leaves me bewildered and prophetic.

 

 

The next day we arrive in Jamaica.

 

We docked where the James Bond Film "Dr. No" was filmed in 1962.

 

Two Choices

 

A resort we hung out at.

 

Jaws?

 

No. Pepe the Dolphin

 

EEEE! I like the Dolphin! (inside joke)

 

We then went to Dunn's River Falls.

 

We fell in the falls

 

Funky Fish

 

A visitor during lunch.

 

I took this picture of my Red Stripe Beer while we were at this tiny Jamaican Restaurant. Love it.

 

Us at the restaurant. Getting Red.

 

This dude was our waiter and later became our tour guide. I asked him, "Do you get sick of Bob Marley ever?". His response was,"Noebodie dat leeves heer lisens to dat crap."

 

Future home.

 

Leaving Jamaica. Picture taken from top deck.

 

My hairpiece fell into the water.

 

 

 

Da Beach. We spent most of our time here snorkling and climbing on volcanic rock.

 

Two pictures from the same spot. One left, one right.

 

Me on the moon.

 

The Girl on the moon.

 

The smallest Hermit crab ever!

 

Here he is in relation to my hand.

 

Another fun crab.

 

 

Our room. Level 9 Port

 

Midship Level 7 Starboard

 

A row of bars in Midship.

 

Some of the crew at the farewell show.

 

Comedy shop in one of the nightclubs.

 

The last drink. (the last one photographed, anyway)