DAY 11 - SATURDAY 10th NOVEMBER 2012
Participants: Tam, Kev, India and Georgia
Tam and I are
awake by 7.30am, so I get a chance to catch up on my trip report
while Tam checks out the finances, which are looking like
were on budget, surprisingly. I wake the girls just after
8.00am and Georgia says that India was talking in her sleep.
Apparently she was muttering about fish. At least she didnt
carp about it. It cod have been much worse.
Bad jokes and breakfast over with, we pack and are checking out of Vero Beach by 9.30am.
The drive along
the A1A to Port Canaveral is easy. On the way we pass Patrick Air
Force Base. Wow, is that place big.
We check into the Ron Jon Caribe Resort around 11.15am and are pleasantly surprised to find our room is available. Its on the 5th floor and although its only a 1 bedroom, its a reasonable size with a separate sitting room and kitchen. Although the balcony overlooks the car park, in the distance we can see the massive vehicle assembly building at Cape Canaveral and to our left is the port where the Disney Fantasy is moored.
The Fantasy is just above Georgia's head.
We are only here for one night, so theres no time for messing around its straight out to investigate the resort and then spend a little time by the pool. The pool area is pretty impressive. Along with the main pool there is a decent size lazy river and a water slide. The resort was obviously meant to be much bigger as the main building is a little walk from the ocean front building. In between is scrubland where they intend to expand in the future. We walk to the beach and its much nicer than I expected, fine white sand and not many people on it.
Back at the
pool we find some sun beds this is not a problem as
its very quiet and we can sit wherever we want.
We all ride the lazy river and the slide. There are various devices around the river designed to get you wet. The best of them being a series of buckets that fill up and then dump their contents onto the innocent floaterby. (I think I just made up that word). I am sooooo praying that Tam gets a bucketful. To my intense disappointment she gets sprinkled, but not drenched.
The rest of us are sat on our sun beds when Tam returns from the waterslide. She says it was fast and even though she held her nose, the water shot up into her brain. When I offer the opinion that it would only take a thimbleful of water to drown her brain, Im met with a look of disdain. Dont worry though; Im still in the good books after buying her a handbag she liked in the shop in Vero Beach. I reckon Ive got a few more witticisms in credit before the handbag fund is diminished.
Back to the
room at 2.00pm where we have a beer and some Sour Cream and
Cheese Lays. Refreshed, we head out to walk to the bars close to
the port to have an afternoon of drinking and eating while
watching the ships leave. The Disney Fantasy is meant to leave
around 4.00pm and we are hoping to watch that.
We walk all the way along to Millikens Reef as this gives the best view of the port. We sit outside and listen to the reggae band while enjoying a beer along with some chicken wings and coconut shrimp. I progress to a French Kiss the young lady serving looks a mite perturbed until she realises I am asking for a cocktail while Tam has a Margarita and India has a Caramel Apple Martini. Georgia actually gets to have something other than a soda as she tries a virgin Pina Colada.
We watch the Carnival Dream leave port, which is impressive in itself, but the main attraction starts as the Fantasy moves away from its mooring. Now, at this point the girls still think we are going to St Augustine for the next 4 days. Tam and I have spun an elaborate web of deceit over the last 12 months, including investigating things to do and making fake bookings for hotels. Its all been leading up to this moment. Ever since we reached the Ron Jon Resort and the girls saw the ships from our balcony, they asked if we could get down to the port in time to watch them leave. As the Fantasy glides past there are many comments about how they would love to go on a Disney cruise again some time in the future.
Once the Disney
ship has passed we sit down and I give Tam her cue. She tells the
girls we have some bad news we will not be able to go to
St Augustine after all. She then hands each of them the
Welcome Aboard documents from the Disney cruise line.
We are going on the Disney Dream tomorrow for a 4 night cruise.
It takes a few seconds to sink in, but the shock on their faces
says it all. India sheds a tear, quickly followed by Georgia and
Tam. I must admit I feel quite emotional too, but thats
mainly because Im videoing the whole thing and so
cant reach my beer.
The next hour is spent filling the girls in on all the details of the cruise. They will have their own stateroom and we have booked both Palo and Remy. To say that excitement levels are high would be a gross understatement.
We celebrate with another beer before paying the check and moving on to the next bar, Fishlips.
This place is more of a down to earth bar (at least upstairs) with loads of TVs showing sport and neon bar signs. As India says, this is the sort of place that she imagined drinking in when in Florida. Its also absolutely packed at 6.00pm. As we try to find a table we start to notice some rather strange behaviour. Some couples are kissing and not in a purely affectionate way, if you get my drift. There is more tongue being used than in a large tin of pressed tongue. One man has his hands on the bottoms of two women stood either side of him. There is also a fair amount of writhing of bodies against each other. Now, Im not a prude, but any writhing should be carried out in the privacy or your own writhing room. Tam reckons we have walked into the middle of a swingers convention.
We find a table and order drinks and, luckily, the place thins out soon afterwards and returns to normal bar conditions. India and I go to look in the room next door where a band is playing. There is a sign half hanging down and we tilt our heads to read it. It says Freedom Cruise Meet 2012. A woman sees us reading and comes over and says to India I saw you rip down that sign. Shes only joking, but she is a large woman wearing an incredibly plunging top revealing a cleavage as deep as the Grand Canyon. If Id have tripped and fallen in, Id never have been seen again. India and I scuttle back to the safety of our table as fast as we can.
We order fried
calamari (the first time Georgias tried this), clam
chowder, mozzarella sticks and a Brie platter to share. Tam and I
also discover the delights of Florida Lager, which is fairly
hoppy and not bad at all.
Georgia has been holding her cruise documents all night and I ask her if she wants me to put them in the backpack Im carrying, but she wants to hold on to them so she can keep looking at them from time to time.
Fishlips is actually quite a fun bar. Our server, Shane, is very friendly and ensures that our glasses are never empty.
We move on to our last venue for the evening Grills. This proves to be a good choice as its quite similar to Captain Hirams in Sebastian and this is where we had first intended to spend tonight until they imposed a two night minimum stay for the weekend. The bar is outside and there are many tables, some of them with patio heaters. A band is setting up on the outside stage. Tam and I continue on with the Sailor Jerrys and coke that we had started on at Fishlips. We also share a plate of wings between the 4 of us.
The band is
called Even Odds and is not bad. You know things are going
downhill fast when Tam and I get up to dance to Last Dance
With Mary Jane by Tom Petty. Im afraid the girls
caught the whole shameful episode on video. Perhaps Tam and I
could rush back to the swingers bar it might be less
Another couple of lagers and we agree that the night should be brought to a close before the parents do anything more to shame the family name, so we pay the check and walk back the couple of miles to the Ron Jon Resort. Its actually a very pleasant evening, the breeze is not cold. Its the closest to a balmy Florida night that theres been since we arrived.
Back in the
room the nosey cows
.. I mean the inquisitive
ladies, go straight on the internet to Google Freedom
Cruise 2012. Sure enough, the Freedom of the Seas is
leaving port tomorrow for a swingers cruise.
The website gives details of the activities including a pyjama party and a black and white fetish night (ouch!). The ouch part is a direct quote from the website, not added by me. I suspect it is quite accurate though. If someone whacked me with a riding crop, I suspect I would say ouch, closely followed by do that again and Ill stick that riding crop where the sun dont shine, although there is a possibility that this reaction may well appeal to those taking part in the swingers cruise.
Crikey, I hope
they havent got the ships mixed up. If we clamber aboard
the Dream tomorrow to be greeted by Mickey in full leather gear
and a gimp mask, Im off a bit sharpish!
On that note, its off to bed. Goodnight.
Oh, by the way, Tam will take over the trip report for the duration of the cruise. Considering the way this particular instalment has gone, this may not be a bad thing.
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