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Cruise from Manhattan
to Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada - October 1999
My friend, Michael, and I took a four-day cruise up to Halifax in Nova Scotia,
Canada. Neither of us had been on a cruise before, so we didn't really know
what to expect. It was late in the season, so it was rather cold. We didn't
realize that Carnival is one of the ... well ... shall we say, "less
elegant" cruise lines? The enormous ship was a tacky, Vegas rest home
for the slothful, gluttonous and obscenely obese. Still, we actually had a
great time and met some fun people.
We sailed out of New York at sunset. A couple days later we arrived in Halifax
and "Shamus," the rickshaw puller dragged our lazy butts into town.
Despite having to schlep tourists around for a living he was cheerful and
charming as he related the town history and pointed out landmarks between
heavy breaths. Halifax is a cute, quiet little town full of friendly people.
We toured an old fort, did a little shopping and then sailed out after sunset.
While at sea we stuffed ourselves silly, enjoyed the sunsets, made fun of
our fellow travelers and found our towels folded into adorable little animals
each time we returned to our cabin.
We arrived back in New York early in the morning. I braved the freezing winds
on the top deck to get a few shots of the sun coming up behind the Manhattan
skyline. The very last photo on this page made all the frostbite worth it.
If you'd like to read a witty
and biting description of what it's like to be trapped on a ship for a week
with a bunch of Americans, I suggest David
Foster Wallace's essay, A
Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again.
Photographs Copyright (C) 1999 Dale Sorenson. All rights reserved.
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