Even before this most recent disaster where a Norwegian cruise ship with some 300 people aboard struck an Antarctic glacier, I was cruise-phobic. This also pre-dates the November 23rd accident where a Canadian ship struck an iceberg in the Antarctic’s icy waters, forcing all 154 passengers and crew to leave in lifeboats.
The possibility of imminent disaster is not the primary reason I don’t go on cruises. It’s the fear of being confined. We’ve been at resorts when ships have docked and I’ve had to avoid being trampled by hundreds of people determined not to return home without a new watch. Cruise people appear affable … to an extreme. They eagerly share anecdotes about previous vacations and need no urging to pull out small photo albums titled, Grandma’s Brag Book.
Not only am I not intrigued by playing shuffleboard, but I don’t want to have forced friendships with strangers at mealtimes, let alone in a lifeboat.