Great Stirrup Cay - NCL's private island. It's a nice playground, but not one I wanted to bother with. If NCL had bothered to build a pier, I might have gotten off the ship to enjoy a pristine beach. But that was not the case for me.
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This was another day that I decided to stay on the ship. Most people had gotten off the ship, leaving the pool/hot tub areas relatively empty. So I decided to take another soak, and got in the wrong tub. No, it was not because there was anything wrong with the tub itself. Instead, I was surrounded with Trump supporters. One thing you can't do with people who have drunk the Kool Aid is argue with them using facts. Instead I tried to shift the topic as best I could, so that we'd have more things we could agree on than get agitated about. (When one of these people mentioned "voter fraud", there was no way that I was going to cite the Associated Press and its statistic regarding this crime in battleground states. These people would never believe it.) At least, I got deeper tan lines from sitting in this tub for an hour....
What I found most interesting about this stop was that Royal Caribbean's private isle was next door - Little Stirrup Cay. Of course, they had to rename the isle "Coco Cay", so that there wouldn't be brand confusion between the two islands.
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Tonight's dinner was with the woman I met on the trip to Fort Sumter. The specialty restaurant we visited was good as usual, and I continue to be impressed with what they can do with meat on a grill. Now if only, I could get their recipe for a grilled pineapple, I'd be in heaven. But that's another story. After dinner, I went to the casino, and then to the lounge. I had a good time, but was surprised to find out that the lounge singer didn't know (what I think are) well known standards, such as "St. John's Infirmary." And there was another person in the audience who had the same feelings that I did. Too bad that I didn't get the chance to meet her husband. I'd have liked to meet someone who'd forget his wallet at home. (He has to be worse at remembering things than I am, as I only forgot my jewelry before going on this cruise.)
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