So this year for Christmas we decided to escape the usual rotation of hers, mine, home & book a cruise.
For some unknown reason other than something different, we're going to find ourselves on a giant tin can in the middle of the south-west Pacific for around two weeks.
Judging by the variety of people who arrive into Wellington from these floating hotels they don't all seem to be senior citizens on their last sea-legs, but then again don't all look like fictional characters from 'The Love Boat'
Hopefully it won't rock, suck or turn into the chunder boat that occurred a couple of years ago.
What's the worst that can happen???
