About three years ago I went on a five-week camping trip in
Alaska. In a number of places we saw the giant cruise ships, and I
thought, wouldn't it be nice if....
Then I started to see the brochures for Cruise Trek. Each year a
group of Trekkers goes on a cruise with some of the actors and
personnel from Star Trek, and in 1998 it was to Alaska.
I was interested in Alaska because the water was flat. The ship
goes up the Inside Passage, and not out in the open sea - much. So I
signed up. (The following years I went to
the Panama canal, then
the Mediterranean , and the
other end of the Mediterranean.).
The banquet, the night before the
cruise, was enjoyable. Registration took place first, and the guests
were mingling, although I didn't speak to any. As an icebreaker, each
person was issued with a bingo card, and had to write down the names
of people met, so a lot of mingling took place. Then at the banquet
registration forms were pulled from a hat for the bingo call. Apart
from a badge, required for admission to all Trek events on board,
there was a nice booklet and a souvenir windcheater. In addition,
there was a pack of signed photos from all the guests, the agreement
being that we would not pester them during the cruise for autographs.
(Chase Masterson had to be forcibly restrained at times from
compulsive autograph signing, and Eric Stillwell and David
Ragan-George were only too happy to sign any of their scripts that
one bought.)
I was on a table with eight women, which puzzled some, as they
believed the idea was to meet your cabin-mates. In the event, I only
ran into two of the eight again during the cruise. There were about
two thousand passengers aboard, of whom about six hundred were
Trekkers. There were supposedly about nine hundred crew, including
singers and dancers. There was a disturbing moment during dinner when
a lens fell out of my glasses, but one of the ladies had a repair
kit, and it survived the rest of the trip. Julie Caitlin Brown sang
during the banquet,
but the other guests were not particularly in evidence.
On the ship you were issued a card which let you in to your cabin,
but also acted as a credit card (and was charged to your real credit
card). Anything you paid for aboard (except Cruise Trek things) went
onto this card, and you settled up afterwards. Those who protested
that they couldn't poosibly have spent that much were shown their
signed receipts!
I was in the fortunate position of having "been there before", and
did not sign up for much. One walk in Juneau. Plane and helicopter
flights sounded good, but were expensive, and the Australian dollar
was in freefall. I spent most of my money on photography.
Photographers snapped everything that happened, and the results were
displayed for sale. I bought a few, but I also had all my print films
developed straight away, because it it pleasant to show them around
straight away. Development prices were quite reasonable, except that
they translated to about $25 Australian a film. My big mistake there
was in getting double prints on the first two films I put in, so I
could hand them around. I assumed that the second set would be
cheaper!
At the end of the cruise, for the benefit of those not familiar
with tipping, both the CruiseTrek and ship's daily bulletins gave the
suggested amounts. This came to about $71 US, or over $100 AUD! But
at least one didn't have to think about it.
By a short time before sailing I still had no one to share my
cabin. Euphoria set in, and I sprayed my belongings all over the
cabin. Then he arrived. He had left his passport behind, and was
running late. But he proved excellent company. The quality of your
accommodation-sharer can have a great impact on a trip.
One of the things I had wondered about was whether we would
actually see much of the guests beyond their rostered appearances.
They were everywhere, and very approachable. At
breakfast a few were rostered to be on a
certain deck at a certain time, but the others were around too.
It may be as well to mention who all the guests were. Richard
Biggs was there, under a non-discrimination pact which allowed
Babylon 5 guests. Julie Caitlin Brown has been on both Babylon 5 and
Star Trek. John de Lancie portrayed Q, and Jerry Hardin, recently in
The X-Files as Deep Throat 1, was in TNG as Mark Twain. Chase
Masterson and Andrew Robinson are from Deep Space Nine, Eric Menyuk
was the Traveller, and George Takei was in some old show that was on
years ago.
David Ragan-George and Eric Stillwell
are scriptwriters, Ron Moore is special effects man for Star Trek,
and there was an astronomer in the troupe, Doctor Sada. I missed both
his lectures, and his nights of star watching were a disaster, as we
rarely saw the sky until we were so far north that there was no
night! Overall, the weather was not good, though we had good days.
But one could live on the ship without ever going into the weather.
There were well-patronised spas on the 11th deck, but a cool wind
might make leaving them uncomfortable!
The cruise had a program of events, and issued an essential daily
bulletin. But I was so taken up with the Trek events that I didn't
get to many of the others. Those I did get to were excellent. There
were stage shows with dancers and singers, which must be tricky if
the ship is moving about!
After we had a lifeboat drill and
sailed, there was a cocktail party where
the guests were introduced. Every night there was a disco in the
Navigator Club, and I believe some of the actors partied on each
night, but I faded out. On the first day, spent cruising the Inside
Passage, there was a panel with Andy, John and
Jerry, and the dealers' room opened.
It was tiny, and had a queue for a day or two when open. On this day,
too, the actors earned their money.
In the afternoon the actors set up, and all the Trek people lined
up to be photographed with them. This took
hours. The photographs cost US$25 each, or about AUD$42, but I bought
mine. I was surprised at how many lined up to be photographed but
didn't buy. (The photos stayed on the wall.)
There were a few whales near the shore the first day, and many
hoped they would appear in greater number as we sailed, but that was
all we saw.
In the evening dinner was formal. We had
our photographs taken as usual.
On Sunday we were in Ketchikan, our
first stop, from 7am to 3pm. It rained. But I wandered around. Like
Juneau, the capital, the town is accessible only by sea or air. The
roads go nowhere. In the case of Ketchikan, also because it is an
island, but the terrain is largely vertical. There were ravens all
about, and as we left bald eagles were all along the shore.
In the afternoon, Eric Stillwell and David Ragan George held a
writers' workshop, for which I had paid.
In my case it was a waste of money, because they were going through
the guidelines for getting published, or having scripts accepted, and
I was familiar with it already. There was nothing about how to write.
But I did buy a script and get it autographed, and it was an
enjoyable interactive experience.
Overlapping this was a Costume Contest and games, which I forgot
about! It was in the Celebrity Theater, a venue able to stage complex
productions, and was very entertaining, from reports.
Monday was a whole day in the capital of Alaska,
Juneau. It was overcast all day. My only
excursion for the trip was a walk. We went up in a cable car (tram)
into the fog, and walked about. Luckily the tram ticket lasted all
day, so when the cloud lifted I went back up, and
had a good walk, reaching patches of snow,
and having a dot on the horizon pointed out to me as a bear. A
comfortable distance to view a bear from, was the popular sentiment.
During the day I went down to the library to send an email home, and
ran into Chase Masterson there.
Before we left, a group photo was taken. I had wondered how this
would be possible, but it was simple. We stood on the dock, and a
photographer eight stories up pressed the button a few times.
On Tuesday we were in Skagway, site of
the turn-of-the-century gold rush. There were four ships in town, and
the streets were awash with people. There was a walk I remembered,
which I thought left from the old cemetery, so I trudged down. My
memory was wrong, but it was a pleasant walk though long, and there
was a beautiful waterfall there. Later I found the correct path, up
to Lower Dewey Lake. The sign said 0.5 miles, which sounded all
right. I had forgotten it was all up hill! But once I reached the
level walking was comfortable. I came across
Andrew Robinson walking with his daughter (I
think), and asked if I could take their photo.
In the afternoon George, Chase and Eric
(Menyuk) had their panel. There was a charity
auction, compered by Eric Menyuk, who seemed to be the default
compere for anything, and excellent at it. He is just completing his
Law studies, and may be a barrister rather than an actor soon.
Auctions are not of interest to me, so I left after taking a photo.
Incredibly beautiful scenery was passing outside. But since the sun
was by now setting about midnight, there was always
beautiful scenery!
On Wednesday we spent the morning watching
a glacier, and many of us could have stayed longer. For the fans,
a good time to get a few more photos of
the actors, as they enjoyed the sight of ice collapsing into the
sea about a mile away! The weather had become fine.
Afterwards we had a technical session with
Ron Moore, and later a panel with
Eric Stillwell and David and Karen Ragan
George, which managed to be entertaining without being informative.
Nothing was revealed about the new film.
I was getting a bit tired. The next item was a two hour
performance by Jerry Hardin of his Mark
Twain one-man show. I thought I would take a photo or two and
leave, but I stayed for the whole show. He had complete makeup, and
was brilliant. I thought it started a bit slowly, but it improved
quickly.
On Thursday we visited Valdez, which was of interest to me
personally, because I had never been there. The weather was lovely,
and I decided to walk into town. My estimate of the distance turned
out wrong, as it was about five miles, and took an hour and a half. I
was continually passed by the shuttle buses which I rather stupidly
hadn't realised existed! But it was a lovely walk, and I
took some photos.
I wondered whether any of the crowd who spent time on the exercise
machines every day had considered walking in.
There was not a lot to the town, and soon I had to wait for the
shuttle buses. There was not enough time to walk back. I wandered
around until the queue had diminished, and found that a few of the
guests had done the same. George Takei, Chase Masterson and Julie
Caitlin Brown were all lined up. It turns out that standing in queues
is a good way to see the stars.
Back on board, Julie and Richard had
their panel from 1pm to 2pm. They must have offended the gods of
Cruise Trek, because they were rostered at the only time available to
eat lunch. (There were at least two places where one might eat lunch,
the buffet and the dining room. In the dining room one had to stick
with one's rostered first or second sitting, and one's table, and
lunch took a long time. I only tried it once. The food at the buffet
was excellent, and quick.) Opting to eat, I just caught the end of
their session. This was followed by Starship
Races, where each of the actors had a ship, a die was tossed to
see who would move, and gambling took place, organised by the casino
staff. Not being interested, I took a couple of photos and left to
watch the scenery. We were spending the afternoon cruising the
College Fiord, so called because all the glaciers in it were named
after colleges.
The afternoon continued to be crowded. There were videos at 3.45,
and at 6pm Andrew Robinson read another of his diaries of
Garak. (Would someone as paranoid as Garak
keep a diary?) Following this entertaining performance, many of the
celebrities sang or acted in an
Entertainment Hour. Of the singers,
many were very professional and sang with musical accompaniment, and
George Takei sang without. John de Lancie's wife sang "I Can Do
Without Q", and Chase Masterson sang "Latinum is a Girl's Best
Friend." Richard Biggs did a Shakespearean monologue, and John de
Lancie appeared with the woman who had been playing the harp in one
of the lounges, for a preview of his upcoming Hollywood Bowl
performance of Peter and the Wolf. "And the cat is played by.. the
harp. And Peter is portrayed by.. the harp."
This was an excellent wind-up to the
cruise. The next day was something of a downer. We had to be up
around 5am, and started unloading about 7. We got to stand in the
rain as people argued about who should be in what bus, then drove the
three hours to Anchorage with most aboard dozing and missing the
scenery. I caught a fairly small plane to Seattle, where the cruise
passengers could be identified by their inability to stay awake, then
a similar jaunt in an even smaller plane to Vancouver.
In the Seattle airport I sat with some of the Trekkers. When I
said I was going to a hotel in Vancouver one of the locals said that
was great. If I and the other two got a taxi it would be cheaper than
the Airporter bus! My mathematical subconscious was screaming at me,
Don't do it! But I was too tired to argue. In the event, it turned
out that our hotels were far apart. The taxi driver, as is common,
was unfamiliar with the English language and (genuinely, I think)
didn't realise we were going to two different places. When we reached
their hotel, they only offered to pay half the current fare,
regarding themselves as a unit, and I was too tired or polite to
argue. As my hotel was still $10 away, I ended up paying $25 instead
of the $10 the Airporter would have cost (and I could have bought a
cheaper return ticket.) Ah, well, I was "home".
I thoroughly enjoyed the trip. I took enough time in Vancouver at
either end to recover from traveling. With six hundred Trek fans
aboard, and my own natural reticence, I doubted that I would have had
the opportunity to speak to any of the guests, but apart from the
encounters mentioned I ran into George Takei in the ship's library
when we were both exploring the ship, and gossiped for a few minutes
- and it was me who retired from the conversation (because I was
running out of small talk). On the last night the (excellent)
pianist, Maurice, came over to gossip with me, because he had heard
my accent, and he had worked in Australia for years, and wanted to
know how some of his old mates like Bert Newton were doing. We talked
for a while until Julie Caitlin Brown came and dragged him away.
I was also conscious of some decorum required in taking photos.
Three mornings I found myself in the same little section for
breakfast with Andrew Robinson and his family. I always had my camera
(I start to shake if I go anywhere without it), but I felt it would
be an imposition to take photos there. But where the guests were with
us out the back for rostered breakfast duty, I could shoot without
qualms.
Here are a few odd photos which did
not seem to fit into the story above.
Each year the cruise is in a different place. The following year
it was
through
the Panama Canal, on October 14th, and the following year in the
Mediterranean, in May. Rumours, probably wrong, had it around the
Greek Islands later. The brochures seem to be lying around at
conventions, and there is a web page,
http://members.aol.com/cruisetrek/cruisetrek.html. Their email is
cruisetrek@aol.com, and address is P O Box 2038, Agoura Hills, CA
91376-2038.
Of those (few) aboard whom I spoke to, most were intending to miss
Panama (probably because they couldn't afford two years in a row!)
and go to the next.
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