Amazing restraint

I went to a cruise information session last night and didn’t book anything.

Remarkable restraint!

DD was on a business trip and couldn’t join me. I decided to go solo, drawn by the offer of free nibbles and Champagne at the Four Seasons Hotel, plus the lure of a lucky door prize and a 5% discount on my next cruise.

I sat directly behind the lucky woman who found the $1000 gift voucher taped to the bottom of her seat, dammit.

DD was disappointed to miss out on the best info nite spread yet – there were slider burgers and mini boxes of fish and chips and other delicious treats, including several fancy macaron towers as it’s a French cruise line.

I also ran into some fellow cruisers from our New Zealand trip in January. They’ve just been to Alaska and are contemplating a South Pacific cruise to Tahiti next.

Oh to be retired!

DD sent a text after the event that said: “Asking nervously – did anything get booked?”

Sadly no.

There were lots of highly desirable cruise options on offer and I spent the bus ride home gazing at the brochures I gathered, but I’ve used up all my annual leave for 2025 and we are contemplating a return to the Kimberley in 2026.

While a Ponant Kimberley cruise is on my bucket list, I want to do another small boat trip there first, something with around 30 passengers that can cruise all the way up the King George River rather than having to travel all the way to the famed twin waterfalls in a tinny or zodiac.

We had so much fun when we did our mid-pandemic trip on the Reef Prince (pictured above and main, getting dunked under the falls … bulk fun) and we’re trying to convince friends to join us on a return trip.

I feel a bit like I’m trying to entice them to join a cult when I do my hard sell. So far I’ve had no luck. Most people are cruise resistant or get terribly sea sick or both.

They don’t know what they’re missing!

I’m hooked.

Song of the day: The Corrs “Runaway”