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Triple whammy stateroom hell

Posted by Anita Dunham-Potter On July - 12 - 2008

Okay, you heard my prior grumblings that I wasn’t happy about my stateroom. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not the stateroom itself — Carnival has great appointed and comfy staterooms. The big issue is the location of my stateroom and this common place on a number of ships.

Stateroom 8262 has a trifecta of woes: between two sets of elevators, near the atrium, and across from a crew service area. The noise level is unbelievable in the morning when the stewards are cleaning cabins and corridors and at night when the band plays the music amplifies upwards to Verandah Deck 8. However, the worst is late at night when the drunks stumble out of the elevators talking loud like they are still in the bar. I can hear every conversation and in various foreign languages right outside my door. Here’s a sampling of some of the more memorable dialogues:

French passengers night one:

“Sarko est idiot. Carla est un plus grand idiot. Quel est cette chose qu’elle chante — c’est des déchets complets. Nous le français a l’air des idiots.”
(Translation: Sarko is a fool. Carla is a bigger fool. What is this stuff she sings — it is complete rubbish. We French look like fools.)
Apparently our French friends are unhappy with president Sarkozy and his supermodel/singer/ex-groupie wife Carla Bruni. Is it me or do the French always talk politics? B-O-R-I-N-G.

Japanese passengers night two:


(Translation: I think it was “me so drunk”)

British passengers night two:

“Oi! I feel a wee sqiffy. Blimey mate I wanted to shag that slapper.”
(Translation according to cruise director John Heald: Yikes man, I feel a bit drunk and I wanted to %$#k that tramp.)

What will I hear tonight? Who knows!

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