It felt like a dream

Let me begin this story with a bit of background; when the events transpired my family was extremely poor and my grandmother had suffered a stroke two years prior, she’s still alive but recovering slowly. Everything that happened in this took place about five years ago and even as it was happening it didn’t feel real.

I grew up raised by my single mother and grandmother, both of which I was extremely close to. When my grandmother suffered her stroke we lost tons of money with medical funds, something 11-year-old me wasn’t supposed to know about. But, that’s what made my thirteenth birthday that much more special. It was a Thursday afternoon when my family picked me up early from school, making a big show that it was my birthday and I was leaving early. Once we were in the car my mother turned to me and explained that we were heading down to Florida to catch a cruise to Mexico. I was excited beyond belief, my family was broke at the time and rarely had the money to leave town, let alone the country.

The trip had gone great, I was treated to a fancy dinner, shopping on the ship, and even a full tour around Cozumel. It was the best three days of my life until it wasn’t. The fourth day of the cruise I got sick, that wouldn’t be an issue if my grandmother didn’t have a disease that completely ruined her immune system. When I had woken up from sleeping about thirteen hours she was coming into our shared room with my mother, she was paler than usual but we all wrote it off as seasickness.

Around five in the morning, my mother woke me up, crying hysterically saying to back our bags and get ready to head down to the medical bay. My grandmother had caught my stomach bug, only given her disease it was much worse, for the second time in two years I had to stand by as my grandmother, the woman who helped raise me, was dying. And for the second time in two years, I could do nothing about it.

It was five thirty when someone, an attendee or a maid came to our room with a wheelchair. Everything went by so fast, and that’s when I know for a fact I starting blocking things from my memory. From this point on is what my mother has told me happened, I honestly don’t remember the rest of the trip until we got home.

We got down to the medical bay where I was sat down in the waiting room, my grandmother’s heart stopped for two minutes before they were able to bring her back, we were still on the ship. It wouldn’t be for another few hours that we’d be able to dock. Apparently, I fell asleep again because I woke up being carried to an ambulance by my mother. We got inside of the back and sat with the paramedics as they tried to keep my grandmother alive, it took an agonizing six minutes to get to the hospital, another thirty to get her into a room, and another seven days to finally leave Miami and get back home.

I know there’s a lot of information missing, but it’s because I’ve been told time and time again that what happened between the Cruise and when we stepped off that plane don’t matter. I want answers, but it’s been five years. I doubt I’ll ever really get the questions I have answered. Until then, I never want to go on a boat again.

Creepy Market Owner

So, I was in a cruise with my mom and two sisters and that went through some countries in Europe and one country in Africa, which is where this story takes place.

It was your typical morning, nothing strange has occurred to me yet and the cruise was very enjoyable. This stop was the second to last stop before we went back to Italy, which is where the trip started. We docked in this country named Tunisia and we went to this little town that was very beautiful and there were so many little shops in which the vendors were very eager to sell us some stuff. My mom being a people pleaser ended up buying a couple of things that really weren’t necessary but were a nice little reminder of our trip.

Now, I’m a very shy and socially awkward teen while my mom is fun and outgoing so I never really talked to the vendors, let alone spend time away from my mom. After a while, my mom was taking too long in one store and I really wanted to see what else there was since our time there was almost over.

While I’m alone walking a man comes up to me and says to me something along the lines of a beautiful girl like me shouldn’t be walking alone and that i should see some necklaces he’s selling all while looking at me up and down. Me being socially awkward I don’t put a lot of struggle I’m still constantly declining and telling him that I have to leave soon. But, he won’t budge, he keeps insisting while pulling me in his store.

Now I may have jumped to conclusions a bit but he was pulling on me really hard that I could not escape and while in the store, you’d expect him to stop in front of the merchandise but he kept going and we were getting closer and closer to the back of the store. There was no one inside the store at that time so that’s when i started screaming for my mom. I wanted to scream earlier but I hate creating fusses and drawing attention to myself, but at this point I was really freaked out and wanted to get the fuck out of there. Luckily, my mom heard my screams and came and pulled me away putting me inside the bus we came in.

This event had me really shaken up that I was not speaking at all the whole bus ride. My mom and I have never talked about this and I don’t really feel like bringing it up. While on the bus, I was thinking about it and I felt like I had overreacted but this was the first time anything like this had happened to me. I’d gotten creepy catcalls before from all types of men but this is the first time someone was physically dragging me to what seemed as the back room of the store.

While I was thinking about it on the bus, I look out the window and I see the guy glaring at me with the most evil look on his face, this kept going until the bus left and he was out of sight.

So, that leaves me to wonder if I really was overreacting or something bad could’ve really happened had my mom not found me. That experience still shakes me up to this day and I’m a lot more careful of my surroundings now. I hope something like that doesn’t happen to me again.

My Crazy Cruise Experience

The crew was basically divided in half. There was a huge group of Southeast Asians, quite a few were even family members. They mostly stuck to themselves and did a lot of the manual labor style work. The second group was 18-30 year olds from U.S., Canada, Australia, France, and England. The younger kids humped like rabbits and drank like fish. Most people would blow every paycheck going nuts at each port and drinking on the cruise ship. The older Southeast Asians very rarely drank and very rarely did much at port other than pickup some personal supplies.

The rooms were pretty small and the vast majority of them were shared. The meals for the crews was pretty bomb, and you could also eat/drink anywhere you wanted on the ship as long as you were off your shift and not in your work clothes. It seemed as if the general consensus was it being a great experience for a short period of time, but it is not something you’d most likely enjoy for more than a few seasons unless that type of lifestyle appeals to you.