The well-heeled and retired are a surprisingly voracious breed when it comes to a freebie.
We were five minutes late to a Ponant cruising information session last night – a rookie error. All the grazing platters in the room were completely empty, there wasn’t a slice of salami or a wedge of cheese to be seen.
Every single morsel had been devoured by a swarm of grey-haired locusts within seconds of the doors opening.
The occasional terrified waiter tentatively entered the room bearing a platter of mushroom arancini balls and was swooped on by the voracious hordes.
We scored ourselves a few glasses of sparkling and DD complained bitterly about the lack of party pies or chicken finger sandwiches.
Fortunately there were some delicious options on the big screen during the presentations. I am enamoured with a cruise from Cairns to Bali via Lizard Island and Cape York. I put my name down just in case, to secure my 10% information night discount.
I cannot for the life of me remember if I’ve mentioned this cruise to you before. I have become slightly obsessed with the idea of standing on the farthest tip of Australia (along with my 50 million other obsessions).
On maps Cape York looks like this …
But in real life it looks like this …
Not what I was expecting at all and with an island in front of it.
In my head I was going to straddle a pointy isthmus for a selfie, but I still think it would very, very cool to see.
However, we are both so tired at the moment that we would also like to just drift around Tahiti on a ship drinking cocktails.
DD was so wiped out last night that his brain couldn’t deal with my demands for immediate decisions. He was grateful to drop me home and head to his bachelor pad for an early night.
In other news, the youngest arrived home after her epic flight and hung around for literally 30 minutes before powering off to her new share house. No word on what she thought of her flannelette sheets.
She said she absolutely loved travelling, but was horrified by all the cigarette butts littering the beaches, the garbage floating in the water and the leering Italian men who blatantly stalked young, female tourists.
Give me remote destinations with as few people as possible any day … as long as I don’t have to fight them for finger food.
Song of the day: Steppenwolf “Born to be wild”
housegoeshome 
funny….I remember when juicing, and green juice was all the rag..if I wondered into my favorite farmer’s market late, all the kale was gone!..it always looked like it had been ravaged by ravid rabbits….and odd, I finally got around to watch Easy Rider, i’d never had….the ending was un-nerving, sort of like Thelma and Louise a bit
Friends of mine were at ‘Northernmost tip of Australia just yesterday. Of course it’s blasted full of bullet holes now #StrayaMate and apparently the road journey is not for the faint-hearted.
Fortunately I am planning to be taken there by boat rather than road!