RVs March 17th 7-night Eastern Sharing the Magic with the Unmagiced Cruise!
Cast of Characters:
Me age 30
DW age 34
DD age 14
Father in Law (well go with FIL on that one) age 59
Mother in Law (well go with MIL on that one) age 59
Day 7 Part 1: Im Stalked and a Squeegee Issue
Castaway Cay day is the day you love to hate, the day you hate to love, because you know that tomorrow youll be disembarking, having to return to your mundane, boring, and miserable existence.

That morning, we all went up top to watch us pull in. It was a tad cloudy, but nothing major. Ill tell you right now that it ended up being a glorious day weather-wise!
I think that everyone on that entire ship gets off the ship at Castaway Cay. Or it seems like it. When we were ready to leave the ship, the line to get off was backed up to Deck 3. It was wall to wall bodies. The in-laws had never experienced such a thing. The line wasnt moving so we just stood and tried to mash ourselves into a corner to avoid getting jostled or thrown down the stairs (not that we would have fallen far
there really wasnt any empty space to fall into). While standing there, Christian came on the loud speaker to give some reminders about the day including not forgetting your picture ID to get on and off the ship. Well!! We had forgotten those in the room. We had our KTTWs, but no picture IDs or anything like that. It was at this time (of course) that the line started moving. So we told the in-laws to just stand right there on the deck 3 landing and dont move, DW and I would run back to the room and get the IDs. So we did and came back and everything was fine again. It was just one of those things you know where when youre excited and in a hurry things will go wrong.
DW and I like to walk from the ship to the family beach, but this time we took the tram due to the in-laws. Its been said a million times in a million different trip reports, but just one more time
Castaway Cay is the most beautiful place. The landscaping and the staging of the island is just amazing to me, I cant get over it. I have to do a double dip someday!
We set up shop at the family beach. We didnt find a spot with a hammock, but we did find a prime location right across from Cookies, the restrooms, and underneath an umbrella. It was great!
DD wasnt with us again, because she was off on the teens only excursion, the Wild Side. We got the in-laws situated in some beach chairs and DW and I headed off towards the water. There werent many people in the water yet, we were two of the first! The water was freezing!! Completely freezing! It took us ten minutes just to get up to our waists and that was as far as we were going. I just couldnt make myself go the rest of the way. We watched down in the water to see if we saw anything swimming by. Wed always had really good luck with seeing fish here in the past, snorkeling or not. If youve read my other trip report
then there is quite a story about a yellow and white fish that gave my DD quite a start (to say the least), but I wont re-iterate that here.
As we were fish gazing, my DW started to point behind me, so I turned and there was a little stingray
he (or she) was about the size of a dinner plate and he was swimming towards me. Now Ive swam with stingrays before, last year in Grand Cayman we did the Stingray City excursion where they take you miles into the ocean to a sandbar where you can get out and swim among hundreds of stingrays. It was the most marvelous experience. But even having done that doesnt make me 1000 percent comfy around sea life. So by reflex I started to back up a bit, and he just kept coming right towards me
I stepped off to the side and he turned and kept coming towards me. DW was laughing of course
and I wasnt alarmed necessarily, but just kinda like
okay boy, youre cute and all, but now you can go. I kept circling and he just kept circling around following me wherever I went until finally he went off. I didnt want his mom showing up thinking I was taunting the poor thing!
The morning was great
we just hung out. It rained a little bit, but nothing major. It cleared up and turned out to be a gorgeous day. We went to Cookies at 11:30, and ran into our servers, David and Juan Pablo. Lunch was awesome as usual, and check out that fruit stand:
We always have to top our Castaway Cay lunch off with the chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream. The ice cream station just happened to have been manned by Neomi, our server from Palo. They work so hard and do everything!
DW and I took a walk
we walked out to the Heads Up bar, and took the tram to Serenity Bay to walk around some. I think were in the minority, but we much prefer the family beach to Serenity Bay. I dont know
dont have a good reason, I guess. Just our preference. About mid afternoon the in-laws were ready to get back on the ship, so we pointed them in the right direction and stayed a bit longer, but by that time we were pretty beat as well, so only about an hour later, we decided to head on in as well. We walked back to the boat and took some pictures along the way. The Flying Dutchman is so awesome
Ive seen pictures of the ship a million times, but never paid much attention to the details. Check out those windows!!
DD wasnt due back for a few hours yet so we decided to get cleaned up and lounge around some. DW took her shower first, so while she was doing that I just lay in bed and watched TV. As I was laying there, eyes half closed, I heard a half laugh half scream from the shower then my DW calling for me from in the shower. I poked my head in the door and she pulled the shower curtain aside. She stood there, naked (as you are in the shower
usually) and in her hand was her loofa ball scrubber thingy (or squeegee as we call it) and part of its fine netting were caught in her earring. She took her hand away for a moment and the squeegee just hung there like a giant sea coral bauble earring. It was too heavy so she had to reach up and hold it there. Well I looked at it and fiddled with it for a bit. My wife cried out a few times as I twisted her lobe this way and that, but I just couldnt get it. She said to get some scissors, and well
dang
I just didnt pack any scissors! That and baby oil! Who knew?! So I told her to sit tight and I ran out into the hall to get Mario who just happened to be cleaning down the way. I asked him if he had any scissors, and he did (bigger tip for him at weeks end). So all was saved as I snipped the netting and saved my wife from being another victim of the shub.
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