In January 2020, I stepped onto the gangplank of a cruise ship. Little did I know that after 12 nights of port hopping, happy hours, musical productions and supersized buffets, the world would turn upside down. Not just for cruise ships – trains, buses and planes would also be grounded mere weeks after I returned to dry land.
A year later, borders are still closed and planes are still idle, but I’m happily back sailing again. It’s surreal to be packing a bag, let alone walking onto the deck of a ship, sipping a welcome drink and sitting through a safety briefing. Then is not your average cruise ship. Indeed, if you ask the crew, they’ll tell you this is an ‘adventure vessel’; ask guests, and it’s a superyacht. If you ask me, it’s sailing and that’s all that matters.
