No scuba excursion
offered by the ship as it was all booked up.
The part I was most peeved about was that I had to go to the excursion
desk to ask whether it was on or not in person the day before, when I submitted
the form 2 days before. No confirmation
or message that it was actually not booked.
To add salt to the wound, when I asked I was actually talked over and
yelled at by the staff. Combined with
the incident where lil friend was yelled at by the Assistant Manager of the Spa
for dropping her key into the laundry basket along with the robe, and the
seemingly forgetful staff who made me order two cokes to get one because they
seem to always forget the first time, we decided to dock their 'standard'
gratuity, and instead, give gratuity on a performance based system.
Anyhow, having
arrived at St. Thomas, we still went to Coki Beach, as we heard that was a
beach that we could do snorkeling.
Arriving there it was pretty busy (lots of people), but the beach was
still pretty beautiful. White sand,
turquoise and blue water. It was
stunning. As we walked down the beach,
we spotted a shop that was doing scuba, and we were able to get in on it. The dive itself wasn't super great, but did
see an irubaja!.. Mmm…. To the excursion services staff who told me I would not
find any local scuba shop to take us, if I can somehow state that you should
not get any part of my 'standard' gratuity, I would.
A thought:
To this day, the
dives and snorkeling I've been on in terms of clarity and beauty still doesn't
compare to the very first dive and snorkeling I did back in the West
Caribbean. I am starting to wonder
whether that was just my imagination given it was my first ever dive. At this point, I should have been to numerous
dive sites with a lot more sea life, but other than the sea turtle dive in
Hawaii (which we weren't looking for coral reefs), I don't remember a better
and cooler dive.
In terms of
snorkeling, I still remember that first cruise where one of those days I went
snorkeling and I was swimming with fishes and felt them prick me. Ahhh the memories.
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