12 more days at Sea, whatever are we going to do??
After leaving India, the voyage was
going to slow down considerably, on paper at least. The itinerary called for 12 days at sea
between India and Cape town which sounds like an eternity to most people on
board. Truthfully however, the time FLEW
by. There were a number of pretty fun
events planned, but really, it was a great feeling to be back on the ship, with
all of our friends, for an extended period of time, not recovering from one
port while frantically preparing for the next.
As ill write about later, life on board the ship truly was the most
amazing part of semester at sea.
After two
days at sea, we were awoken around 7 am to the sounds of pots and pans banging,
and people parading through the halls.
Generally on ship, being woken up to loud noises is bad thing, this
howevere felt different. The banging was
in a playful rhythm, and was quickly approaching our cabin. I peeked my head out the door, to see the
crew, in ridiculous costumes parading through the halls. This could only mean one thing, Neptune Day:
Neptune day
is a centuries old maritime tradition in which one transforms from being a lowly pollywog to a
trusty shellback the first time they cross the equator on a ship. The custom was designed as a test for
seasoned sailors to ensure their new shipmates were capable of handling long
rough times at sea. Today was the day
the MV explorer would cross the equator for the first time, and thus, the day
gabby and I would become trusty shellbacks.
This process is cruel, unusual, and requires a very specific chain of
events to be completed.
Step 1. Get violently woken by the sounds of metal pouding
Step 2. Get covered in fish guts and rotten food waste
Step 3. Submerge
yourself in King Neptune’s pond
Step 4. Convince the royal manger that you are ready for the
transformation
Step 5. Show your loyalty to the sea by publically
displaying affection for its fauna
Step 6. Prove your loyalty to king Neptune by kissing his
green slimy belly
Step 7. Complete the ultimate and mandatory sacrifice by
ridding yourself of your most precious locks
Now, after years of Jewish mothers complaining about hazing,
lawsuits, and the occasional bride complaining about their bridesmaids showing
up to the wedding soon after semester at sea with nearly shaven heads, this
process has transformed considerably. It
looks for like this these days…
Step 1. Gently be
awoke by the jovial sounds of your trusty crew playing ‘Under the Sea’ with
pots and wooden spoons
Step 2. Change into a bathing suit, then have an alum
(shellback) pour warm water with green food coloring in it delicately over your
head.
Step 3. Hop into the pool to wash off any remaining greenish
tinted water
Step 4. Have the academic dean help you up the ladder to
exit the pool
Step 5. Kiss a fish (it was a big nasty looking barracuda,
so this part hasn’t really gotten any better)
Step 6. Kiss a ring that King Neptune (the executive dean
painted green and wearing a toga) is wearing.
Step 7. If you want
to, shave your head. Most of your
friends will probably do it, but really, no pressure. Also, girls, if you don’t want to go all out,
just go for the Skrillex look, and shave a tiny square just above your
ear. You can totally tell your friends
later that you are a bad ass and shaved your head (p.s. some women on board did
shave their head, and though a bad ass thing to do, is something they will
likely be regretting for at least a couple of years while their hair grows
back).
So yah, that’s why I shaved my head. That and its really freaking hot near the
equator, so the breeze is nice
Two days after Neptune day we
stopped to re-fuel in Mauritius.
Mauritius is somewhere that I had never heard of until last year, but
once I heard about it, it just kept coming up.
Mauritius is a tiny Island about 200 miles off the coast of Madagascar,
and Madagascar is a giant Island off the east of Africa. Like the Pixar movie, yes. And the second one, yes. And maybe the third, one, I don’t think I’ve
seen that one. We first learned about
Mauritius when we were researching places for our honeymoon last year. Our travel agent said it was exactly what we
were looking for, though I ignored her advice at the time, I know she was
right. Mauritius is a tropical
paradise, not too dissimilar to many islands you would find in the
Caribbean. Sadly, we would only be
docking in Mauritius for 8 hours, just long enough to refuel. Past voyages have stayed longer, though after
an unfortunate Semester at Sea Students getting drunk and inadvertently burning
down a hotel incident, the Mauritian government kindly denied Semester at Sea’s
attempts to dock over night. 8 hours in
paradise it was.
We weren’t
going to waste any time. We both knew
we wanted to get under water so along with a faculty member and his wife, we
arranged for a dive shop to pick us up at a nearby beach. We had an amazing afternoon diving. The water was beautiful, the fish were
spectacular, and best of all, Gabby, who has had trouble with her ears, and
being able descend in the past (conveniently, the wife of the professor we went
with had the same problem recently), was able to get down with no problem, and
had a great time. The dive masters
literally held each of their hands the entire dive, and I couldn’t be more
grateful. After such a great day diving,
I knew Gabby would have no fear in getting back in the water with me in the
future (spoiler alert, the next time we got in the water, there was a lot more
fear, stay tuned…)
A few days
after leaving Mauritius was the long anticipated Sea Olympics. This event separates the student body into 7
different ‘seas’ based on where they live on the ship. Each sea was assigned a color, and
essentially a color war in sued. The
faculty and staff comprised an 8th team, that we named the
‘Sea-lebrities’, cause well we’re kind of a big deal around here. I’m still not sure if I appointed myself, was
or was appointed the team captain, but well, I assumed the role quickly. Those of you who know me best know that I
like dressing up in costumes, making fun of others shortcomings, and dominating
and menial tasks and worthless trivia.
This day was tailor made for me.
We assumed the tag line of “if were not last, were first, cause well, if
a rag tag group of old people and children can beet even one group of well fed
testosterone laden sexually frustrated college students, we’d take it as a
major victory. Turns out we didn’t come
in last, in fact, we came in fourth. We
were pretty excited about it. Events
throughout the day varied from classics like tug of war and volleyball, to
synchronized swimming (a fan favorite), lip sync contests, musical chairs, and
even a 24 hour film competion. It was a
blast. I almost got thrown out of the
volleyball competition for arguing with the ref, but a blast none the less. We had fun, we ended in a respectable fourth
place, and gained a Sh%t ton of street cred for the students. Not sure how, but I ended up at the
choreographer for the synchronized swimming competition. Imagine your geology professor, your
psychology professor, your physician, or your father doing then gangnam style
and Haka in speedos. It was a sight to
see, trust me. We sailed on, and soon
Africa would come into view. We would
soon turn the literal and metaphorical last corner, around the cape of Africa,
on our way to the finish line…