What did it mean to sail on the Boob Cruise? It meant staggering to daybed every evening at four a.m. and awaking up 2 hours later for one more day of action and a fresh island. It meant eating at a busy table of big busted shipmates where there is not ever a silent pont of time. It meant lap dancing with a scantily-clad girl who laughed when her large juggs fell out of her suit. It meant looking at a pure darksome sky and noticing the stars adore at no time in advance of. It meant the heady scent of suntan lotion and sweat emanating from suntanned girl-flesh. It meant living in your own separate world, and soever was happening back home, well, that didn’t matter. The ship was the world.
This ship, the Star Clipper, sailed to Anguilla, Prickly Pear Island, St. Maarten, Tortola, Virgin Gorda and other islands that almost all people know about merely from tour magazines and television.
This leg of Boob Cruise Paradise kicks off with the morning aerobics class on deck. This every single day workout was open to everybody although almost any of the lads were still sleeping off the previous night or on their second cup of coffee. A not many were on the sidelines watching the big fetching brandish as the beauties in their skimpy Fitness Centre attractive garments moved in unison. Morning and early afternoon photo discharges were the instruct of the day, both on the deck and on Virgin Gorda. The evening was for dinner followed by strip flaunts performed by the high-reaching exotic dancers and then climaxing with partying all over the ship until early morning. The booze and the mambos flowed freely.
Wrote Chuck, returning passenger and the ship’s log dom that year, “To be appropriately blunt, and from talking to the boys, I guess I speak for everyone who went on Boob Cruise ’98, the only bad thing about this complete week is leaving! I swear, if anybody were to handcuff all of the passengers and beauties to the ship and hand me the key, I would toss it overboard!”
“I tell everybody that Boob Cruise ’98 was the wildest week of my life,” recalled passenger P.R. “And that includes innumerable Mardi Gras, fraternity parties, bachelor parties and other parties. I came for the honey bunnys, and they were anything I thought they’d be and more, but I also enjoyed my stay due to the great lads I met on the Cruise, the SCORE crew and the whole sailing experience!”