I don't know if I can endure this for a week. We arrived at the port in Ft. Lauderdale at 10:30AM and after an excruciating 5 minutes to check in we were shown to this meager and depressing waiting area: After an interminable 20 minute wait an attractive Jamaican woman pretending to be nice came and walked us aboard the ship. Immediately on entering we faced this macabre spectacle: We were shocked and dismayed but what could we do? We'd already paid for the cruise and it was too late for a refund. After a spartan lunch in the Park Cafe we made our way to the Viking Crown lounge were yours truly knocked back a Stella Artois and the Mrs. polished off a couple of house chardonnays. We had to do something to calm our nerves after what we had been through: The bartender came and told us the rooms were ready. With a dread surely matched by new prisoners at a Russian Gulag we went in search of our room. Our first look at the room had us ready to bolt off the ship and look for a Motel 6 where we could expect true luxury: We drank some more wine and decided we will try and stick it out the week. We are now about 75 miles north of Nassau headed for St. Thomas. This will be the view out our window and off our balcony for the next 36 hours. It must just be me and my plebian taste buds but food so far has been very good. In fact last night at Chef's Table has to rank as one of the best meals I've had anywhere. Wife is at the Vitality Spa now getting nails, feet, and a facial done in preparation for the first formal night. I'm sure we're just being lulled into a false sense of peace and contentment before the horror starts. When it does though I'll be ready. Pray for me.