How to bicycle on a cruise.
Sunday, December 7th, 2008We’re back from the cruise. It was fun. A big thanks to the Grandma and the family and to Kim for putting up with my shit. Here’s how it went down.
You know, I could bitch about flights, but I won’t. I still believe travel is a privilege and people need to be courteous and respectful when they travel. So we hop on our rescheduled non-nonstop flight and got right down to it when they said that they had Wisconsin’s finest.

Miami is a great town for cycling especially around the beach because everybody is looking for beach cruisers so when you break out your road bike or hybrid, you have plenty of room. I recommend staying in South Beach, at one of the art deco hotels. We stayed at the Majestic. It was great and they had a wonderful area for us to assemble/disassemble the bikes at since our room was very small. Hey, I”ll do a blog tomorrow on tips for travel bikes by the way.
The weather was nice and its always nice to drink beer in the sun.

So, we board the ship on Sunday, where they tell us no bikes and no booze - yeah right.
So, we pack up the bikes and put a 1/2 gallon of Clan McGregor, the cheapest of the cheap whiskey in the reserve bladder of the hydration pack. You bet it makes it in no sweat. And good thing too - they nickel and dime you to death on the cruise. Beers = $8, they even make a killing on the soda pop cards for the kids. But, that is how the staff there makes their money. America needs to wise up and treat hospitality staff more professionally - make it a real job like in Europe. This coming from a bicycle mechanic who even this week was asked, so do you do this for fun?
So on a cruise, you have a day or two where you are at sea, and unless you get out there at 7am, you aren’t going to get a chair to sunbathe, a spot in a hot tub or an treadmill in the gym. So, we sat in our room and drank our cheap swill and smoked cigars.
Tuesday put us in Haiti…or rather a private beach owned by the cruise line. I’ll be honest, I didn’t like being 1/4 mile from starving people. I wanted to steal milk from the ship, hop the fence and fucking feed those people. The dumb, fat americans who had to bring snacks from the ship to hold themselves over until the next mass feeding made me ill…then it was great seeing people haggle the street vendors down for knick nacks. I wanted to smack people and say, hey, if the price is $5, give em $10, they fucking starving you morons!
Jamaica is neat but you pretty much NEED to be on a bike or just hop in the first cab you see because the street people work a very intense hustle. They will walk with you and try and convince you to go visit Bob Marley’s museum or buy weed off of them.
Grand Cayman is really neat. We had the nicest weather there. Little weird riding on the left side of the road, but hey. Here is Kim next to our built up bikes. We stopped at a supermarket because my watch band broke.

Hey, I finally made it to Mexico. And let me tell you, Mexican food and margaritas do taste better in Mexico. We got to snorkel. Its funny, I’m so a ‘green circle’ snorkeler it cracked me up. two 1/2 hour sessions and I was done. The pros were out there all day. Even the 12 year olds. Oh well, it was fun.
Then another day at sea. By this time, kids are in their 3rd day of meltdowns, and all the free lemonade a kid can drink doesn’t help. Quarters by this time are getting tight and we’re starting to see adult meltdowns. This cruise was complete with a divorce at the bar on one of the nights.
Interesting comments on the cruise… The bars on the ship were never full, and the last night was the most full I saw them. Duty free rules as we brought back 2 1L bottles of Crown Royal for $35…which I’m enjoying very much right now. If I had more money I would have brought back 100 cigars. I don’t like how you have to tip everybody out on the cruise…from the stateroom attendant to the waiters. Its awkward - but thats how their world goes round -what can you do?
So, back in Miami and another day of riding and relaxation. We stumbled onto a Bubba Gump shrimp place (as in the Forest Gump movie theme). It was actually perfect. Outdoor seating, and my favorite thing is that the wait staff won’t bug you until you have the ‘run forest run’ sign on your table signaling that you need something. And the $5 beer and shot special was great.
Then, dear friends, back on the bird, ‘Line’s’ in hand, and a return to Utah, where there was not a lot of snow. Tomorrow, how to travel with your bike…after 15 years in the business, even I learned a ton.












