The ship held an Equator Crossing Ceremony this afternoon on the pool deck. King Neptune and his court presided over the initiation of all pollywogs (those who have not crossed the equator by sea). Lucky for us our Norwegian Staff Captain, Daniel, and Frankie, one of the entertainers, stood in for the rest of us. They were slimed (that means green goo was spread all over their hair and face) and then dunked into the ship’s pool. Once they had paid the penance for the rest of us neophytes, we were declared “shellbacks” and the Country Fair began. The many ship’s departments had set up carnival booths for games of chance. The goal was to earn as many raffle tickets as possible. We won a few but it’s really hard to throw darts, water balloons, etc on a moving ship. Sorry to say, we didn’t win any of the raffle items but the pina coladas sure tasted good. As we crossed the equator, the ship stopped momentarily, blew the horn and everyone on the pool deck cheered.
The travel bug is like an itch you can't quite scratch. We call it itchy feet. St. Augustine of Hippo, put it more eloquently, "The world is a book, and those who do not travel, read only one page."
Come join us as we read the pages in our travel book and scratch our itchy feet!
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