Fly The Friendly Skies
I had an incident at the Montreal airport. Stupid security inspectors, crabby customs people, bad scene all over. More power than brains. That was the last time I set foot in an airport or my rearside in an airplane seat. I just do not need to put up with that.
So now I cruise in such a way as to return to my port of embarkation. The boomerang voyage. I leave Boston, go where I wish, and return to Boston. No airport searches (empty your pockets, go through the gate, patdowns, or humiliating nude screenings).
No more “can’t take that half-empty bottle because it’s more than three ounces,” no more overkill under the notion that it’s going to keep us safe.
The result? Ok, I pay for a round-trip from Boston to Montreal and back to Boston. Pretty expensive way to avoid airports (and, for that matter, a city I can’t stand for other reasons than snotty airport people). But I learned that a round-trip cruise is far better than just seven days on the ship.
I don’t pay to bring a bag with me, to get an aisle seat, to get a preferred row in coach (I never thought there was such a thing) and several other fee-based services you never thought they’d come up with. On the ship? “Waiter!”