We met at the San Diego Cruise Terminal to be bussed to Ensenada. It was a nightmare for everyone: the wait at the terminal was long, the busses were not in top repair (ours had a toilet door that didn't close, no toilet paper, and no working light), and our driver spoke no English. Getting through Mexican customs was the least of our troubles.
Once at the Ensenada pier, we sat in long lines (12 buses) and waited for hours for the ship to be ready for boarding. There was no dinner, no snacks, no water, no nothing--just hoards of hungry, tired people trapped in busses who were wanting to get onto the ship and into their rooms. Thank God for room service. We ate supper at 10:00 p.m. in our room rather than face the long lines our cabin steward told us had formed up at the Lido Deck buffet. Considering we were on the Fun Ship, no one I talked to was having fun. Most were ticked off. Some were downright angry.
Our five days at sea were noteworthy. The ship is lovely, the weather (for the most part) was agreeable, and people cast off their dismay over the horrid bus-day and settled in to have a good time. It lasted until the third day--immigration day. Times to appear on the main deck to be checked for immigration papers was laid out well. Each deck had a time to appear. All were early in the a.m.; mine was at 8:05. Consider my horror when I found the lobby line went from one end of the ship to the other and twisted back on itself. Seems that no one wanted to wait until their allotted time to show up, so everyone went whenever the felt like it. Others just cut in front of whoever was already in line. My husband and I being disabled, were forced to stand in a LONG line of people from other decks who wouldn't wait until their appointed time to show up. No one on the crew seemed to care. It was a madhouse of everyone for himself. Once again, no one I saw was having fun on the Fun Ship.