As we sail through the Bermuda Triangle, I can take the opportunity to reflect on some of the stranger things we have seen on board, in addition to the stripper cowboys. Plastic surgery is rather common among the women on board, and some of them have had one or two too many. I am sure we have all seen chocolate fountains, and probably even a champagne fountain. Princess has perfected the ham fountain. This alone is reason to mourn the loss of the camera in Lisbon, as a picture is worth a thousand words, but I can try. Imagine a silver tea service tray of the type you use to serve cakes. These typically have several tiers to them, in order to serve multiple types of cakes. In this case however, glistening slices of prociutto line the trays, and quite deliberately hang over the sides. Ham fountain. Indeed.
Not all that is strange need be avoided however. Every night there were movies under the stars, some good, some not so good, but all were attended by the cooking guy. His job was to pass a basket of chocoloate chip cookies around, and then offer you milk to accompany them from a presurized backpack like some sort of dairy Gunga Din. The backpack even had a cup dispenser.
We also took the time to get up on the bow of the ship (we did not do the king of the world thing) and stare ahead into the thunder storms that we would be sailing into. It was quite a view, quite a light show, and a nice way to cap off the experience, with the wind in our hair, the sea in our nostrils and the flash of lighting fading from our eyes.
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