A Hammock Cruise: Getting Into The Swing Of Things
Friday, June 25, 2010
There are some people who choose to remain busy, and there are those that are able to take things as they come. Then there are those people who can do both. Finding a balance may start in a hammock.
Figuring out how to relax while away is probably one of the biggest obstacles for most travelers (next to blowing their budget). Many feel a constant tug to see and do as much as possible, and others are content living a “normal” life. Still others are able to find a balance between the two. It’s more about the person and what he or she wishes to experience.
But, what if you are on a cruise that is stripped of all the “luxuries” that we associate with a cruise ship? What would you do if your only option for rest was a hammock? Such was the case for The Frugal Traveler as he dreamed up a business plan for workaholics, all from the comfort of one such hammock as he “cruised” down the Madeira River on a four-day, four-night trip from Manaus to Porto Velho near the Bolivian border, during his current trek from South America to New York:
My clients would be forced to spend all day doing nothing but lying on a hammock, taking in the breeze, eating three hearty (if monotonous) meals a day, looking out for surfacing river dolphins and making new friends without even trying. There’d be no clocks, no cellphone signals except for a few moments as you pass small cities, and certainly no computers.
I’d probably upgrade the bathrooms a few steps above wretched, though, and I’d certainly charge more than $17 a day.
I wonder if it was the sway of the hammock or the people and scenery — or all of the above — that made the experience more enjoyable? It could have been anything, but there is something so easy and reassuring about the hammock: It rocks you back and forth, stops you from fidgeting.
It definitely made me think that inventing a portable pop-up hammock might be beneficial for everyone.
By Brit Weaver
About the Author
Toronto born and based, Brit is an avid leisure cyclist, coffee drinker and under-a-tree park-ist. She often finds herself meandering foreign cities looking for street eats to nibble, trees to climb, a patch of grass to sit on, or a small bookstore to sift through. You can find her musing life on her personal blog, TheBubblesAreDead.wordpress.com.