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Ocean cruise versus theme park - let the best tourist trap win!
Published: December 15, 2011
In my adventures as an enter-tainment critic, I’ve traveled across America, Europe, Asia and Africa – all within the confines of Orlando’s theme parks. But until last week, there was one form of Floridian fantasy I hadn’t explored – the floating kind. Last Friday, I returned from four days aboard Carnival’s Imagination, sailing from Miami to Key West and Cozumel. So what did a self-proclaimed theme park expert, but cruise virgin, think of his first vacation on the high seas? In the interest of journalistic investigation (not to mention legitimizing a healthy tax write-off) here is my head-to-head comparison of a visit to Central Florida’s attractions versus the cruise ship experience. Let the best tourist trap win!
Organization: Orlando might be the queue capital of the universe, but we could learn a lesson or two from Carnival’s people-moving procedures. Perhaps I just got lucky, but I sailed through the security screening and check-in procedures, going from dockside to deck in under 20 minutes. Disembarkation, which I’d heard nightmare stories about, was also a snap, even allowing time for a final breakfast in bed. With 2,000-plus passengers crammed aboard, you’d expect big crowds, but aside from the make-your-own-stir-fry station, I never saw a serious wait all week.
Aesthetics: Theme park resorts get goofed on for their gaudy decor, but they’ve got nothing on Carnival, which seems to have taken design cues from a Las Vegas casino circa 1980. The atrium is a riot of blue and red neon squiggles (retrofitted with LEDs), while the promenade features pseudo-Egyptian statuary with perversely perky nipples. Just wandering from one end of the boat to the other was optically exhausting, and the army of photographers constantly urging us to pose in front of awful backdrops only added to the overstimulation. At least I could identify my stateroom’s corridor by the terrible wall art.
Accommodations: While it was no suite at Universal’s Portofino Bay – cabins are about 185 square feet – said stateroom’s subdued decor was a welcome respite from the public areas, and much more restful than Disney’s wretched All-Star budget hotels. The bedding was soft, the shower hot and strong (like the 24-hour room-service coffee), and the service exceptional: Our super-attentive steward even turned our towels into adorable animals, including a bunny, an elephant and what I’m pretty sure was an albino vagina.
Attractions: Though cruises are frequently dubbed “theme parks on water,” no one’s managed to build a sea-bound Space Mountain (yet). But the Imagination’s twisting 300-foot water slide wouldn’t be out of place at Wet & Wild, and easily exceeds the overhyped new slides at Disneyland Hotel. Epcot may offer fake foreign lands, but a cruise’s real attraction is actual exotic experiences. Cozumel was rainy and overrun, but at Key West’s Hemingway House I happily paid $12.50 to pet Papa’s polydactyl pusses – worth every penny.
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