But here I am, poised at the gangway of a 36,000 ton, 642?ft ship that has docked in Lisbon.
By the time we have docked at Cádiz, I am beginning to think that, while you don’t have to be obsessive to go on a cruise, it certainly helps.
And as I gaze out at the Med while taking afternoon tea,
You\’re in the Atlantic love.
Every bit of my body tells me not to go on a cruise. The Costa Concordia. The Costa Allegra. Do I even need to write the word Titanic? The 350 passengers who caught the norovirus two years ago aboard a Caribbean cruise liner. The people who have just logged a complaint with Thomson over the ship they claimed gave them gastroenteritis; the one with a swimming pool that allegedly contained human faeces and food that was undercooked. And I am 31. Thirty-one-year-olds do not go on cruises. In my mind, 61-year-olds do not go on cruises.
Thus the cruise line giving a 31 year old journo a freebie if only she\’ll write about it.