I’m working a super chill summer job. I help tourists figure out where they’re going in Anchorage, Alaska. I took it because I really needed to calm down and have some fun. I have rediscovered parts of myself that are rather cool. That leads me to Captain Cook.
James Cook dominates my work place which I sometimes call Musee d’Cook, le Capitaine. It’s a fancy hotel which sports bellmen in black livery with gold braid as if they were officers on his crew. The hotel has its own coat of arms.
It appears that Cook was a man who was grew up on a farm, was not suitable to work in a shop, then worked his way up in merchant shipping and the Navy to become a cartographer and explorer. He also had a bit of a temper. He went on many journeys, three of which are quite famous, in which he visited Hawaii, Alaska, near Antarctica and circumnavigating New Zealand, all near the time of The Revolutionary War. He was known for not losing a man to scurvy due to frequent stops to replenish food. Although honoring The Earl of Sandwich, naming Hawaii after him suggests a desire for fresh fillings.
Cook was drawn to the extreme North and South so the hotel features large paintings of ships and icebergs which predate The Titantic.
Whale oil was a precurser to our addiction to petroleum. Good luck Mr. Whale!
These paintings are enormous, maybe not as large as a blue whale but easily as big as a Beluga.
Many of you may know that le Capitaine met his death after trying to imprison a king whose subjects had stolen a boat. There is a nook with a little fake jungle which overlooks this artwork.
This is a gigantic painting of Captain Cook’s better times with the people of Hawaii. They held a feast for him. But when you look closer at this painting it is a bit disturbing.
It appears that The Captain is being served his head on a Turkey.
None of the Cook’s chef’s prepare this traditional dish
The hotel has least five restauranty places to eat and many more nooks to sit at with one’s yogurt container and a good book on Arctic and Antarctic Exploration. Might I suggest “The Frozen Ship” by Sarah Moss?
The wooden walls of The Cook resemble the polished surfaces of a yacht. The ambiance is refined and I am on my best behavior. Sometimes that is what makes work wonderful. I become the person I want to be in an interesting place amongst interesting people. It’s virtually impossible to complain about working in the tourism industry of Alaska in the summer. If you are unhappy with your current position, take an adventure, like Captain Cook, and give us a try. We promise not to eat you alive but I can’t vouch for the mosquitoes.