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Idea of fun: Drinking by the pool all day, and dancing the night away Idea of fun: Having fun in the sun, and staying active around the clock Idea of fun: Mixology classes or a wine tasting, followed by dinner and a movie Idea of fun: Relishing your inner fan-child with like-minded people. Updated April 07, How was this article? If your teen rolls their eyes at the thought of yet another scavenger hunt, the teens' program in The Zone on Explorer Dream is for them.
Dream Cruises mixes things up with activities such as Bubble Football, a team game involving zorb balls and the chance to 'accidentally' bump into cute boys and girls. There are also DJ mixing and hip hop classes and a '21st century dunking booth' called the Pitch Burst. Carrying a maximum of just 1, passengers, Explorer Dream offers a more intimate cruise experience that lends itself to socialising and getting to know other passengers. If you prefer the feeling of sailing on a ship instead of a huge floating theme park, Explorer Dream will float your boat.
Explorer Dream's signature restaurant, Seafood Grill by Mark Best, combines Australia's love of surf and turf with ocean views. Pull up a chair at one of the shared tables for a Korean BBQ where you cook your choice of meat and vegetables or watch one of the master chefs strut their stuff on a large steel grill. This convivial dining experience is perfect to enjoy with family or newfound friends. Find a Cruise. Cruise Tips.
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Packing for one. Reading books. Getting a tan. Working out. For years, a cruise was all about me. My dining preferences. My spa treatments. My half-hour showers. Sleeping in, skipping breakfast, dancing till to 2am. Bicycle rides, kayak excursions, river tubing -- whatever I felt like doing in port was entirely up to me.
Then four years ago my life changed forever. Me me me was replaced with we we we when my twin sons Kavi and Tejas popped into the picture.
Where I travel, they travel, and we move about like a giant squid, all arms and legs grabbing, pulling and schlepping. The days of packing the luggage in an hour the night before have been replaced with a full-scale, multi-day production.
On those first cruises with the boys, I routinely pushed the limits of physics, jamming a suitcase with twice its volume in diapers, bibs, clothes, blankies, toys and just-in-case medicines. I was a pack mule, strapping on giant duffel bags stuffed with jars of baby food.
Now, at three, they're off the Gerber's and out of diapers, but there's still a whole lot of schlepping going on. And not a lot of time or space for my stuff. I squeeze in a few small, easily scrunchable Lyrca numbers where I can, under stuffed bears and in between stacks of dinosaur pajamas. I am lucky if I can make room for an extra pair of flip-flops. I no longer have issues with wearing something more than once.
Black is black -- who's going to really know? I don't carry my own shampoo -- I use theirs -- and a curling iron? Who has the time? On that first cruise out of New York, the taxi dropped us off a block from the nearest porter, so a friend and I shuffled along each pushing a stroller and pulling a suitcase, and crippling our bodies from overloaded backpacks.
I literally had flesh wounds by the time we got to the cabin. But no time for a rest, the workweek was just starting. The first moments in the cabin are spent stowing all our stuff in every nook and cranny that's out of the boys' reach. As I stow, I'm simultaneously child proofing, moving glasses and ice buckets to higher ground.
Meanwhile, Kavi and Tejas are test-jumping the couch, nosing around the bathroom and hiding in the closets. This circus is a far cry from the old days, when I'd leisurely poke around the cabin, pop some champagne and flop on the bed to unwind.
Each of my outfits would get its own hanger in the closet. A refreshing shower before heading out to explore the ship was hardly a luxury.
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