A lot of people say that cruise trips are not for the young and energetic. I wouldn’t lie and declare that I disagree with them; it can be slow, lazy and full of old people and families with small kids. But just because the majority of your company is not young adults doesn’t mean you can’t have fun, and looking back at my holiday pictures last week, I actually think that I was a lot more active than the past four months sitting in front of my computer at work.
My family and I decided to go on a short trip to Malaysia on a Royal Caribbean cruise since we got a very good deal for it. SGD 300 for 5 days 4 nights is a steal considering the price practically includes accommodation, food and transport. So that’s how we found ourselves on our second Royal Caribbean Cruise after more than two years (the first was in Alaska back in 2012). This time, we had the honour to be on board Mariner of the Seas.
Here are some of the highlights from my cruise trip.
Yesterday, 16 days after the Malaysia Airlines flight went missing, the Prime Minister of Malaysia released an official statement that the missing flight MH370 is assumed to have crashed, with no survivors.
I’m sure the story about the missing MH370 is as heartbreaking as it is close to all travellers’ hearts. We have taken flights so often that we it take for granted when we reach destinations safely. When we take it for granted the words ‘safe flight’.
I remember the very first time I read the news – I was barely awake on the morning of Saturday of March 8th. Reading about a missing Boeing 777 with 239 passengers on board was just very hard to comprehend, and it did not even register to me how this might not be ‘yet another plane crash’.
Since then the world seemed to be focused on the tragedy. Everyone has been at the edge of their seats waiting for the next news that popped up. When there were no meaningful updates or leads in the search, people came up with conspiracy theories. Some hurled blames at each other. Stories behind some of the passengers surfaced, and when you could actually picture lives and families behind the number of people affected, it just feels closer and closer to home. The closest that I knew the passenger was through a third degree of separation, and it already broke my heart when things seemed to be leading nowhere. So I could only imagine the pain that the direct families and friends are going through.
For me, as long as the unexpected situations do not manifest themselves in the form of cockroaches, flying prawns (there really are such insects, I swear), lightning or someone tickling me from the back, I generally remain calm and composed.
Until the next day, when the reality of the situations start sinking in – I spent pretty much the whole day thinking of the events that happened over last weekend and playing every scene in my head. I think this is what psychologists would have analysed as a case of delayed shock (or in layman’s terms: v e r y s l o w ).
Before you jump into conclusions, nothing disastrously bad happened to me nor someone I know personally. But one thing was for sure: it was a very bizarre weekend.
I wrote in my previous post that I was going to have a weekend trip to KL for Future Music Festival Asia 2014. It was meant to be straightforward – reach KL early in the afternoon, get changed, head to the festival and take a bus ride back to Singapore the next day.
But of course nothing in travelling is ever that straightforward.
We reached KL two hours later than expected due to the traffic, and the moment I had access to WiFi from our hostel, I was greeted by a text from a friend informing me that the festival had been cancelled.
Cancelled. The festival we took a 5-hour bus journey for. The festival where Pharrell Williams was supposed to play! Poof. No more.
In our disbelief, we searched the net for more news and found a few articles confirming our news and when the official website finally released some sort of confirmation, we knew that it was time for Plan B. Except that we did not have a plan B, so we had to come up with something on the spot.
So I think it is of utmost importance that I write a guide of what you can do, should you find yourself stranded in Kuala Lumpur for 23 hours because the festival you came all the way for was cancelled at the last minute: