Issue 22 - Summer 2016
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But as Mr C and my daughter found their sea legs,<br />
mine were nowhere to be seen.<br />
I took a travel pill, to ease the nausea and spent the<br />
rest of the day flat out on a sun-lounger. I hadn’t<br />
realised travel pills work by rendering you virtually<br />
unconscious. (I took note for any future flights I<br />
may want to take with Mr C. Three tablets would<br />
do the trick).<br />
By the end of Day Two, I had acclimatised. I started<br />
to enjoy myself. I could see why my parents, who<br />
have been on more than 12 cruises in as many years,<br />
rave about their experiences.<br />
Cruise ships are basically enormous, floating fivestar<br />
hotels. Everything is designed to be easy for<br />
passengers, particularly those travelling with children,<br />
from tiddlers to teens, there is something for all age<br />
ranges.<br />
By Day Three, I was in the swing of life at sea. We put<br />
our shy (well, she was back then) daughter into the<br />
care of the friendly team at the kids club and Mr C and<br />
I enjoyed some couple time. That’s not a euphemism.<br />
By that, I mean we read our books, drank an ice cold<br />
beer and held a conversation without the five-year-old<br />
tugging one of us away to go swimming.<br />
In the evenings, we went to watch amazing live<br />
shows, dined in a la carte restaurants and drank a<br />
few cocktails.<br />
On Day Five, which was a day in port, I woke up with<br />
a fresh problem. Let’s just say, the thought of leaving<br />
the ship and access to a loo was terrifying.<br />
So, Mr C, Lottie and my folks disembarked to wander<br />
around on dry land for a few hours and I stayed<br />
behind.<br />
As the day progressed, I started to feel worse. To<br />
add to my woes, we were heading home and that<br />
meant enduring the dreaded Bay of Vomit (as I had<br />
renamed the Bay of Biscay).<br />
In the end, I went to see the ship’s doctor, who<br />
gave me an injection to ease my nausea, among<br />
other things.<br />
If I thought the pills were a good sedative, the effects<br />
of the injection was almost instantaneous. My eyelids<br />
came down like shutters and I lost the power of<br />
speech. Mr C had to all but carry me back to our<br />
cabin.<br />
I don’t recall the next few hours. I know my parents<br />
took Lottie to see The Magic of Abba show in the<br />
evening and Mr C watched films in the cabin, as I<br />
snoozed my way through what was probably a<br />
tummy bug.<br />
Newspaper columnist Sam Curtis, 46, lives in<br />
Lincoln, in a house that’s not as clean or tidy as<br />
she’d like with her husband Leigh and their two<br />
children, Lottie, 10, and Louie, 2.<br />
But the trip wasn’t over.<br />
Our final stopover in France was aborted by the<br />
ship’s captain - conditions at sea had made it too<br />
risky to head into the small port of La Rochelle.<br />
We were told by the crew to stay in our cabins.<br />
That was when Mr C lost his mind.<br />
As the waves crashed outside the porthole, he<br />
became convinced terrorists had taken over the<br />
ship and that was the reason for the diversion.<br />
At that point, I wondered if I could get hold of a<br />
syringe of whatever the doctor had given me.<br />
As Lottie slept through her dad’s temporary<br />
insanity, I reassured him this wasn’t the set of a<br />
movie and all would be well.<br />
Then I went back to sleep.<br />
Several hours later, we were back at Southampton.<br />
I can honestly say, I have never been more relieved<br />
to see dry land.<br />
But why recall this story now? (I am clearly still<br />
slightly traumatised…) For this reason, dear<br />
reader. The school holidays are coming.<br />
Some of us may be heading off on what we hope<br />
will be a holiday of a lifetime. We are all very<br />
excited. Chances are, your trip will go off without<br />
incident. However, if you are going on holiday<br />
with your family here is my advice: Keep your<br />
expectations low. Anticipate that something will<br />
go awry. Something you can’t plan for.<br />
If you do this, you won’t be disappointed when a<br />
bout of diarrhoea lays your entire family low for<br />
three of the seven days of your trip; your suitcases<br />
end up in Turkey while you are in Greece; you<br />
encounter a freak weather phenomenon or a<br />
camel eats your passport.<br />
And remember, a break away with little people<br />
isn’t a rest.<br />
It’s an adventure.<br />
You can follow Sam on:<br />
Twitter: @sammanfa<br />
Instagram: sammanfa1<br />
Facebook: SamCurtisWrites<br />
www.mollysguide.co.uk<br />
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