Category: Marco Polo

Guess who forgot to put their clocks forward one hour… I was sat working in the cabin, at what I thought was 11am, when the Captain’s voice came drifting over the airwaves with his noonday announcement. I thought it strange that he’d decided to give us his ‘positional report’ earlier than usual; it wasn’t until the ‘ting-ting’ of whatever it...

Today, we arrived at our final Caribbean port, Bridgetown, in Barbados. Again, I hadn’t been given any tour escort duty, so I had the day to myself. The answer to the question; what does one do in Barbados when one has nothing else pressing?… is, let’s face it, a bit of a no-brainer. Answer; go looking for a beach… Having...

Today, we arrived in Castries, on the island of St Lucia… and I didn’t have tour duty!! For once, I had a whole day to do whatever I wanted… lurrrvly! Over breakfast, I discussed plans for the day with Neil and Louise; the only thing I really wanted to do, above all else, was to have a swim in the...

Today has been a day of two halves. It began at 7am in St. Georges, on the island of St. Vincent, the largest of the Grenadines (a chain of 32 islands, only 9 of which are inhabited). I was on tour yet again, which meant an early alarm call so that I could be breakfasted and on the quayside for...

Today, we arrived in Grenada. We arrived at about 11:30am, giving me about forty-five minutes to make a quick reccie of the town, to identify the best free wi-fi spots, before having to be back on board again to get lunch. The reason? I was back on tour escort duty again, meaning that I needed to be on the quayside...