CRUISE – Vigo, first port day

28 Apr

We have landed in Vigo, Spain. Old houses and narrow alleys invite the cruise passenger for a walk. So I pack my camera gear, and leave the ship troubles behind, at least for a few hours.

Vigo, Spain, a view of one of the many narrow back alleys

Vigo, Spain, a view of one of the many narrow back alleys

A brief visit to the tourist center allows me to gobble up free internet. Obviously my parents will appreciate information about my save arrival on the ship, even if it comes a day late. I still don’t have access to the ship’s internet services, so for the moment the Free WiFi areas in town will have to suffice.

After two hours the ship calls me back. Not literally, but my schedule says I ought to return, so I better do so. Being late on my first day of work just doesn’t do. As before I spend my evening walking up and down the photoshop, occasionally helping a passenger to find his or her photo. But mostly I am asking directions myself, still trying to figure out what magical order lies behind the arrangement of approximately thirty boxes and forty panels of photos. I am being assured that all of this will make sense once we start a fresh cruise, and I see the piles building up from Day One.

As it turns out I have joined the party during the last days of a 21-day cruise, so there are more passenger photos in the gallery than hairs on my unshaved face. Even worse, this prolonged imprisonment aboard the hotel vessel has dire implications for the overall happiness of the hotel guests, and their willingness to pose for additional pictures. They go through great lengths to avoid us in the hallway. On the one hand that’s lucky, because of the near four thousand passengers only few actually request my assistance in locating their image prints. On the other hand the general mood of the photo team is lacking in inspiration.

This general tiredness has spread right into our supervisor team. While our assistant manager tells me to stay close to the other photographers, and ask them loads of questions, our manager tells us to spread out, cover all of the gallery, and not talk to each other. Since I have less than twenty-four hours of work experience on a cruise ship, I decide to follow both requests, thin though the overlap between those chief orders may be. And thus, we spread out, and congregate, and disperse, and gather again; like a pulsing heart, pumping printed pictures and incomplete conversations through the empty veins of the photo gallery.

You can view my photo gallery of Vigo here.

Vigo, Spain. A view of the port

Vigo, Spain. A view of the port. That bloody cruise ship follows me wherever I go.

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