We finally got a room: R328. A humble home indeed in the bowels of the ship, but at least near the middle so we won’t (hopefully) feel the waves. Near the elevators and coin operated laundry too. For the longest time after we booked (maybe a week and a half but time flows differently for a paranoid pre-cruiser), we didn’t have a room. I was getting nervous, thinking we’d be relegated to the servants deck. Bu, hey, as long as there is lots of dancing and hot guys ala Titanic, without the ship sinking, of course, it’s all good.
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