For someone who enjoys staring at the ocean as much as I do, it is, perhaps, surprising that my idea of hell would be a cruising holiday.
Many, many friends and family have tried to convince me of the error of my ways and lure me on to the high seas but I have stood firm. Not happening for the following reasons:
1. Sea sickness. Cruise fans counter this by saying it is almost impossible to get sea sick on these floating cities with their modern stabilising engineering. I hear you and think of the time I vomited on the ferry between Greece and Italy and on the whale watching boat and on the coastguard vessel. I am totally fine on any rollercoaster but the motion of the ocean gets me every time.
2. Sickness at sea. The horror stories of disease outbreaks on cruise ships are many and varied. Just today there was a report that three people died due to an outbreak of hantavirus on a cruise ship. The fact that the viru is spread though contact with rat and mice poo does nothing to ease my concerns.
4. Theme nights and other forced jocularity. Not my thing.
The idea of cocktails on a deck chair is appealing as is all you can eat buffets and theatrical entertainment. But small cabins and bath towels fashioned into animal shapes really don't appeal. I'm happy to drink the cocktails on my own deck and watch the cruise ships as they glide past. Tonight's theme night is PJs.
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