I’ve never been on a cruise and never will. But just hypothetically thinking about it when boarding my thought would be when is this thing over.
I was on the USS Rose, a troop transport with 1,500 puken, Soldiers and Jarheads going to Germany in 1960 in the winter.
I had a central bunk, covered with puke.
I hated every minute of that trip and there is no way I'd ever spend a dime of my money to get back on an ocean going vessel.
My brother was a swabbie and my son a Captain in the Navy, but I'll take a foxhole, and fly me there, please.