A supposedly fun thing...  NOV 16 2011

One hundred and seventy-one people have vanished from cruise ships in the past decade. Here's the sad and depressing story of one of them, Rebecca Coriam.

I wander into one of the bars and get talking to a waiter. "What's it like working here?" I ask.

"It's all about the show," he replies. "When you're out among the guests, you're always on show. Even if you're a waiter, or a cleaner, or a deck hand."

"How long have you been on board?" I ask.

"Seven months. I'll be going home in 40 days - 44 to be exact." He laughs. "Seven months is long enough. Being away from your family is hard."

"Were you on board when Rebecca Coriam vanished?" I ask.

He narrows his eyes. "I don't know anything about it," he says. There's a long silence. "It didn't happen," he says. He looks at me. "You know that's the answer I have to give."

Between this and the illness oubreaks and the lawlessness and the soul-deadening, there's no chance in hell I'll ever take a cruise.

kottke.org

Front page
About + contact
Site archives

Subscribe

Follow kottke.org on Twitter

Follow kottke.org on Tumblr

Like kottke.org on Facebook

Subscribe to the RSS feed

Advertisement

Ads by The Deck

Support kottke.org shop at Amazon

And more at Amazon.com

Looking for work?

More at We Work Remotely

Kottke @ Quarterly

Subscribe to Quarterly and get a real-life mailing from Jason every three months.

 

Enginehosting

Hosting provided EngineHosting