To avoid any social embarrassment as you traipse through your vacation, here is my handy guide to distinguishing cruisers from the land-based pack.
Regular tourist | Cruiser | |
Greeting | Hello, my name is Generic. | Hey, you live on that Bill Tripp yawl, right? Oh, that’s a nice boat. |
Small talk | Where are you from? Where are you staying? What do you do? | Is that a CQR anchor? Heck, no, you should really get a Manson instead. |
Clothing | Clean and varied. | Usually, yes. Do the holes show? |
Accoutrements | Blackberry | Handheld VHF |
Hat | It is no secret that your average pale person views the sun with a terror more appropriate to an imminent apocalypse. Ugly hats are a must for the sun-fearing tourist. | Erik wears an old straw hat he found floating in the water. Enough said. |
Swimsuit style | New, brightly coloured and fresh from LL Bean or similar. | Also new, but faded and shapeless due to constant wear. Bought cheaply from the tourist shack at the last port of call. |
Swimsuit I – family time | Coverage is key. SPF 5000+, and long sleeved, especially for kids. | Sole criterion: comfort. |
Swimsuit II – party people | Go small and show it off, baby! How else are you going to get a brutal burn on your milky-white shoulders? | Nude. |
Footwear | Either bright white sneakers or new flip-flops. | Flip-flops of indeterminate colour, barely held together with epoxy. |
Skin | Burnt. Cruisers wince as you pass, imagining the pain you will be in this evening. | Tanned. Tourists shake their heads and hope you’ll enjoy having skin cancer in later life. |
Children | Well-mannered and well-controlled. Close to the parental units at all times. Eating and sleeping schedules scrupulously adhered to. | Somewhat feral, but happy. Possibly filthy. Someone made them peanut butter on a playing card a few hours ago. And I’m sure I saw them around here, somewhere. |
Kids’ greeting | Hi. Do you want to play? | Hi. Do you live on a boat? |
Directions | Where is that sushi place that Christine was telling us about? | I'm looking for the laundromat and the book swap. |
Beach umbrella | Yes, please! I'll have a bucket of cervezas and some nachos and a pineapple juice and... | Pfft. Pay for something? No. I’ll dump my stuff in a pile here on the sand, thanks. |
Arriving at the beach | By taxi, or on foot from the road/hotel. | By dinghy - preferably with a motor issue - or on foot along the beach. |
Beach stuff | Bathing suit, sunscreen, beach cover-up, towel, novel, sunglasses, new sand toys, flip flops, camera... | Bathing suit and scavenged sand toys |
Summary | Clean, polite, and clearly away from home. Determined to maximize the value of their precious vacation days. | Faded, a little bit dirty, friendly, and (perhaps overly) relaxed. |
And there you have it. You will know within mere moments whether the creature in front of you is land- or water-based. You’ll be the envy of your friends and neighbours! I’m so happy to help.
1 comment:
Haha, some quite astonishing differences there!
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