Good times. It does sound like a “Cruise From Hell,” doesn’t it? It also sounds a lot like how a majority of humanity lives day-to-day. Unlike the disgruntled Carnival Cruise customers, folks in rural Congo don’t get the luxury of being eventually towed back to port. A cruise gone bad is definitely a First-World problem.
Not that I don’t sympathize with the passengers, of course. You spend a lot of money on a vacation, you shouldn’t have to spend too much of it stepping around other people’s excrement. But I also find it perversely amusing in some way. I keep thinking of The Love Boat, where none of the episodes involved passengers pooping in plastic bags.
I’ve always been struck by the absurdity of the modern cruise: Cram as many people as possible onto a big boat, and then sail around aimlessly while they gorge and gamble. Once in awhile herd them through a few souvenir markets. And then head back for another load. For passengers, I guess, it’s like going to a Vegas casino, with the stipulation that you can never leave.
I’ve never understood the allure. After this latest debacle, I guess I never will.
*About the title: it’s part of the first verse of The Love Boat theme. Now it has such special resonance…