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@Uproxx sent @hopecarter to #HolyShip for a Caribbean adventure and she’s been sending fresh pics our way all weekend: “When we reached this private island in the Bahamas the party reached a whole new level of turn up,” Hope writes. “These are the 5,000 best friends you didn’t know you had. The term ‘ship fam’ is user for a reason!” #caribbean #explore #travel #vagabonding #wanderlust
As a diehard lover of hip-hop, going on a rave cruise was something I never thought I’d agree to. I don’t listen to much electronic music. Also… not a huge fan of being surrounded by water, since I can’t swim. Point being: an EDM cruise has never been on my bucket list, so to speak. Not even close.
Nevertheless, I agreed to board Holy Ship!, an electronic dance music party cruise (say that five times fast) that traveled from Cape Canaveral, Florida to a private island in Great Stirrup Cay, Bahamas. “New year, new me,” or whatever. It seemed fun and potentially disasterous, which is always a good recipe for travel. Still, I didn’t want to overdo it, so I signed aboard the second, 3-day leg — Holy Ship! 11.0 — which was shorter than the first leg.
As a defense to the onslaught of boots-and-hats-and-boots-and-hats-and-boots-and-hats of electronic music, I brought my best friend, Courtney, along. I figured having a cabin mate would give me someone to blast hip-hop with if the EDM made my eardrums bleed. Plus I might need backup against white people on ecstasy, white people who I would have to restrain myself from punching out every time a song came on that had the n-word in it, or white guys with black girl fetishes who I might have to kick in the junk.
Never have I been more wrong about an event or a group of people.
First, let me say I want to apologize for generalizing TF out of the Holy Ship! crew. These were some of the most diverse people I’ve ever met — coming from all over the world; arriving in all colors, shapes, and sizes. Even better than the surprising diversity we saw as we boarded the ship was how ridiculously nice everyone was. As soon as we got on board, everyone was all smiles, calling us their “Ship Fam,” asking us if this was our first “ship” (they could clearly tell since we were the only ones in boring clothing), and wishing us a “happy ship.”