There is an odd phenomenon aboard this ship when I try to navigate back to our cabin after attending a show, a lecture, a lunch, a dinner, or an evening at a bar. Just when I think I know exactly where an elevator or stairwell will place me, I end up in front of cabin # 9120… when our cabin is 9034– all the way at the other end of the ship.

It’s like that movie, “Being John Malkovich,” where you enter a portal into the mind of John Malkovich and get spit out into a ditch along the New Jersey Turnpike, every time!

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