Looking out my balcony door, I see one lone tree guarding the reef here in the Aruba cruise port. It’s a stark contrast to the action happening on the other side of the boat.
There are tour buses lined-up to gather passengers from boat and head out on excursions. A diamond store sits prominently adjacent to the port parking lot. Steel drums echo faintly. I can see dozens of stores, bars, and restaurants without even leaving the deck of the Horizon. Everything looks close.
I exit the port and easily roll over to the main strip. The curb cuts aren’t exceptional but they exist, which is 99% of it. I weave my way past the slow-walkers and sunburned as they stall in front of any of the twenty or so souvenir shops along the sidewalk. Pretty much every local I pass says, “Welcome to Aruba!”
The feeling is different here. The people seem outwardly friendly. The music pumped out from the Royal Plaza shopping area doesn’t hurt in creating an upbeat, “I’m on vacation” vibe.
I wandered about for several hours and there was a lot to see in a very small area, which was nice. I felt like this was the only port on this trip where you didn’t have to work to see the city.
One thing I did notice is that the interior ramps for wheelchairs are a bit steep. After having slid down the steep exit ramp from the boat earlier, I was unintimidated by these however. Side not: I would have crashed through a glass window had this amazing Carnival crew member not jumped in front of me and pushed back on my chair. I wasn’t even rolling….just sliding down the slick ramp. So much for those anti-slip stickers.
In any case, Aruba wins the cruise! I’d go back on a different trip and spend some time in the resort areas near the beaches if I ever have a chance.
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