Each week, there is an
emergency drill for the crew. It
entails some sort of emergency (fire, man overboard, bomb threat, etc.),
followed by a lifeboat drill where crew must go to their muster stations to
abandon ship (which doesn’t actually happen). Fortunately, my position, along with principal musicians,
gymnasts, guest entertainers, and a few select others only have to participate
once a month. WOO HOO!
Every three months (I
think), there is a “ship to shore” drill.
It’s where everyone has to actually disembark the vessel, via the
dock. Well, today was the
day. And it was HOT in
Roatan. The kicker for me is that
the instructions are to stay in a single-file line. Well, as lovely as that sounds, if I ever really have to evacuate
a ship, there’s no way I’m staying in a single-file line. I’m gonna be running my ass to the
hills so damned fast. Anyway,
while I expected it to last for 2 hours, the whole thing was over and done with
in less than an hour and a quarter.
I learned that next time I am wearing shorts and a t-shirt though. Oh, and how sad is it that the first
time I’ve stepped foot in Roatan, Honduras is today, for this drill. I wonder if it’ll be the last.
