"The gentle reader will never, never know what a consummate ass he can become, until he goes abroad. I speak now, of course, in the supposition that the gentle reader has not been abroad, and therefore is not already a consummate ass. If the case be otherwise, I beg his pardon and extend to him the cordial hand of fellowship and call him brother. I shall always delight to meet an ass after my own heart when I shall have finished my travels. "
-Mark Twain, from The Innocents Abroad
The wonder of it all: It still amazes me that I had the chance to do something like this. I owe a lot to a lot of people for making it possible.
What was my favorite place/activity? This is the question I've gotten the most since I've returned, and I really cannot answer it. The places and activities were so varied that calling one a favorite is like picking a favorite child. Certainly some stand out more than others: ancient Egypt, Petra, the safari, Mumbai, Kerala, Cape Town and Rio certainly all qualify as favorites. But I wouldn't discount Dubai, Namibia, Fujairah, the Seychelles, or really almost any other experience along the way.
How did I stand those days at sea? I will admit that, prior to this trip, I had never been a fan of days at sea on cruises. For me, it's always been all about the places being visited. But that changed for this trip. Particularly after that first week, when I was off the ship overnight for Cairo, then again for Petra, then again for Luxor, I needed a vacation from my vacation--time to just re-group. After a while, I started to stress when there were lots of ports in a row. That is, until I had a little chat with myself and let it go. Unfortunately, the victims of that stress were my visits to Mombasa and Zanzibar--I didn't really take them in properly because I was suffering from travel fatigue at the time. Fortunately, I did not have that particular malady again until we hit the Caribbean, where it really didn't matter and where it was all about getting ready to end the trip anyway.
In any event, there was plenty to do during days at sea--lectures, classes, card games, socializing, catching up on the news and on my blog, and deck chair with book, to name a few. The ship provided plenty of activities, and friends provided more.
Speaking of friends, the people I had the privilege to meet, both on the ship and off, were perhaps the best part of it all. From the very first night in Athens, when we entered the rooftop bar and immediately recognized a "virtual friend" from the internet and then went to dinner and met a wonderful couple who would become valued friends throughout the trip, to the farewell parties when we had to say goodbye to so many terrific people, the community that was formed on this trip was something special.
This included not only the 80+ people who were on for the full cruise, but those who joined and left along the way for the five individual segments of the cruise. The ship's capacity is 490 passengers, and we tended to average in the neighborhood of 400 passengers at any given time, so there were plenty of people on just for the segments. In particular, there was a group that was on the safari and joined the ship in Cape Town who participate on a message board that I've belonged to for a while, and it was great to finally get to know them in person.
The crew was a major part of the community, and became part of our lives for the duration. I have to hand it to them--no matter what happened, there they were keeping their composure and dealing with whatever was in front of them. For them, there was no escaping--they lived on this ship and had to deal with their responsibilities every time they left their quarters. It cannot have been easy, and yet they all, from the captain to the general manager to the cruise director to the tour desk and reception to every waiter and steward and stewardess, left one feeling like they found it a pleasure to be with you and doing what they were doing. My hat is off to every last one of them.
Then there was my roommate, Beth. She was a large part of why this trip was so great. Her warm and friendly personality meant lots of new friends that she always shared. Her considerateness made living with her easy. Her sense of humor meant that I spent a good portion of those 72 days and 71 nights laughing like a lunatic. I miss sharing quarters with her--which is something for a curmudgeon like me.
So now I'm home, and have to make my own bed, clean my own home, and cook my own meals. When I wake up in the morning, there is not a new city or country to explore. But that doesn't mean the adventure is over. What this trip left me with is a renewed sense of wonder and beauty. I saw many beautiful sunsets in exotic places, but I had that same sense of awe as I watched the sunset as I drove to North Carolina for Christmas. Just a few minutes ago, I stopped to enjoy a painting on my own wall that has been there for a very long time. And the time I'm spending with family and friends is more precious than ever.
I picked a period to be away that was profound from a historic perspective. America elected a president who, during my childhood, would have been considered unthinkable for the post. The economy tanked in a big way, and we're all still unsure what it means to us or the world, or how much worse it's going to get. The world remains a violent, uncertain place--both in places I visited (Mumbai, Athens, the Gulf of Aden) and places I didn't (Gaza, Afghanistan, Iraq and Iran). But I'm fortunate, in that I had this opportunity, that I missed the violence in the places that it took hold, and that I was able to take a very deep breath before plunging once more into the fray--for once refreshed and ready to go.
To my friends and family: I will try not to be too consummate an ass, but stop me when I get too boring. I really am full of the last few months' adventures, and that could well make me full of something else.