Nov 8 2010
It’s Not About The Destination, It’s About The Journey
I despise flying, I’m not scared of flying, I just hate it. There is nothing to like. You arrive at the airport hours before you’re due to fly just to wait around before being poked and prodded by some hairy backed customs official, wait around a bit more until you’re herded onto an oversized aluminium pipe where you’re forced into one of the most uncomfortable seats you’ve ever sat in with your knees touching your chin. You take off on a journey that will see you kept in that position for hours, the boredom is almost palpable and the only thing that can distract you from the deadness of your rear-end is the yelling children kicking the back of your chair.
When you arrive at your destination you find that your luggage is also taking a vacation. In Turkmenistan. Which is nice except you’ve just touched down in LA! It finally catches up with you just in time for you to board your flight home so you can re-live the experience all over again. The wonder that is the jet-propelled age!
Compare that with taking a trip to Southampton for example, then climbing the gangplank of a Silversea Cruise. You make your way to your suite and settle down, maybe have some champagne brought to your room while you wait for some-one else to bring your luggage to your room. Perhaps you’ll have a butler draw you a bath before you dine. Will it be a vacuum-packed slice of indistinguishable protein accompanied by something that was once two or three different vegetables? No, indeed if you’re on anything like Oceania cruises you’ll be eating French inspired cuisine served by formal waiters from Versace bone china, Reidel crystal glassware and Christoffle silverware.
Rather than flying to your destination Cunard cruises are your destination, they are a part, if not all, of your holiday. What’s the rush to get where you’re going if you’re travelling in luxury? The longer it takes the better I say!
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