Remember the Twilight Zone episode
where the characters eventually realized
that the “town” was fake, and that the train
they hoped to get out on
just circled them back to the same place?
That was a thought I had
on board the World’s Biggest Cruise Ship
twice the length and
four times the height of Noah’s Ark.
On the 3rd day, the ship approached an oasis in Haiti.
The dove brought back to the ship, not an olive branch, but the deed to
Labadee. Now Haitians can work there, but to play there, they would need to buy a cruise ticket.
On the 4th day, the shops in Falmouth port, Jamaica, offered the world’s best diamond and gem deals. At the prep show, the cruise presenter wild us up to repeat, “I want it; I’m gonna buy it!” She said purchases there could worth double elsewhere. “Sell Google stocks,”a thought bubble appeared above me. Alas I have no such stocks, so I headed onward beyond the gates that separated the town from the mall.
On the 6th day, the World’s Biggest Cruise Ship was no longer big
enough for me. And rather than shopping for diamonds again in the port of Cozumel,
Mexico--port stops were like commercial breaks in the Twilight
Zone--I jumped for the ½ hour boat and 3 hour bus ride to Chitchen Itza. It was serendipitous--was I meant to be
there by magical Mayan calculations? Chitchen
Itza stood unique and beautiful. Egypt has its Sphinx. Chitchen Itza, the Chac
Mool. Cool. 
