HARM OF THE SEAS

 

While working onboard Royal Caribbean Harmony of the Seas cruise ships as a photography instructor and expedition leader, I saw two worlds collide at sea. Tourists trudged on historical cobblestone streets with the hoofing of rubber flip-flops and regarded the sugar-stained, blood-soaked Earth with the nonchalance of a spilled daiquiri at a Margaritaville open bar. Nearby, island locals sustained themselves on dollars a day, hungrily waiting on the precipices and waving their arms out in desperation, while every afternoon the endless surplus of beef salad, bread sticks, and deluge of pasta bar accoutrements drained into the sea. As we traveled from Jamaica to Haiti, it was almost too difficult to accept the disconnect. From the two disparate worlds, one thing glued them together which was the cruise ship.

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