The Cruise from Hell.
I knew this cruise would be different. It wasn’t my favoured shipping line which
meant we were sailing from Tilbury – twice my normal mileage to Southampton and because of its proximity to the Blue Water
Shopping Centre – just before Christmas - a night at a Premier Inn was required
to ensure I didn’t ‘miss the boat.’
The Premier Inn was excellent value and the staff most
helpful when problems arose the next day.
Other cruisers were staying there and through them we heard that the
ship was going to be five hours late.
The helpful staff allowed us to stay in our rooms – and when the time
came booked reliable taxis for us to share.
The previous day - Dylan told me - he twice waited for over an hour for taxis which
didn’t appear.
At last we were on board, my cabin appeared satisfactory but
no facility for making tea and coffee which I have grown used to. On this ship you had to reach Deck 10 for hot
drinks – two of the lifts were out of order and had been for some time we were
told. There were many wheel chair bound
passengers so at meal times and show times there were queues everywhere.
The first disappointment was when we learned that – due to
the weather - we would be diverted to Antwerp
– so much for Christmas in the sunny Canaries.
Also that our trip to Lanzarote was cancelled again due to weather
conditions we were told.
With the British spirit we weren’t down hearted. It was the first night of our cruise and we
had a delicious meal to look forward to.
Our spirits plummeted when we realised that the food was
abysmal. Nothing was ever on time and
with the endless queuing and paltry diet it felt like war-time. On the first formal night when we are invited
to have drinks with the captain and had been queuing for 20 minutes with no
apparent movement a few of us sneaked round the back way and eschewed the
opportunity to have a photograph with the captain.
On Christmas Day we experienced the full horror of the
cuisine. The beef choice wasn’t too bad
apparently. I chose traditional turkey
which was an unrecognisable knuckle shaped piece of ? meat, three bullet hard
sprouts, a pink smear (cranberry?), and some white stuff which could have been
bread sauce. I asked for some potato and
was given cubes of hard potato. I was
lucky with dessert and had a passible crème brulee albeit floppy. For days afterwards people were talking about
the Christmas pudding resembling a stale brownie and so called mince pies with
jam inside.
When we reached Antwerp
we were told two chefs had been flown in and the food improved somewhat. We were also told that some passengers had
jumped ship and flown home. The
cathedral in Antwerp
was outstanding with some wonderful Rubens.
We had delicious coffee in a café – with chocolates thrown in –which stemmed our
hunger pangs.
In Gibraltar we found a pub
and had a full English breakfast. As I
had been surviving on porridge and honey I thought I had died and gone to
Heaven. More people jumped ship and flew
home we were told.
As our trip to Lanzarote was cancelled I missed the
excursion I had planned. We visited Las Palmas and Santa
Cruz and at last saw the sun. I had booked an excursion to Mount Teide
up through the Esperanza
Forest to 12,000feet. We were warned to wrap up well but the
weather was lovely and warm even on high.
I enjoyed the dramatic volcanic rocks which were surprisingly colourful. I had been there before many years ago with
MTL so I enjoyed having a quiet wander.
My last excursion was at Funchal in Madeira. As usual the different groups were told to
muster in the theatre and when at long last our group was called to disembark
we were very late and clearly not going to be back for lunch. I spotted the cruise director near the gang
way and mentioned how delayed we were and that I hoped lunch would be waiting
for us on our return.
‘Oh I think you’ll find it will be’, he said with a cheery
grin.
‘I’m afraid it won’t be.
Would you please ensure that it is,’ I said putting on a face that was
less cheerful.
It worked – we got a
message on the coach that lunch would be waiting on our return and sure enough –
around 4pm lunch was available in the Bistro.
All the workers – waiters, cabin staff, dancers, and beauty staff
were charming and hard working but many were new on the ship and were finding their
way around. The administration was – to say
the least – lacking.
Another worthwhile excursion was Scenic Madeira with steep
climbs, stunning views and – a treat for we deprived ship mates - two types of
Madeira cake and two types of Madeira wine. One of our drives involved descending a mountain
road through thick fog. Happily the
drivers were excellent.
In Lisbon
both Dylan and I were familiar with it and got on a Hop on Hop off bus. We hopped on and – so strange and vast did it
seem we didn’t hop off until the bitter end when we were actually glad to see
the ship again.
From now on we were at sea and the weather worsened – very rough
seas, waves 9 metres high and lots of sea sick victims. Dylan was ex navy and I sailed many years ago
so we were lucky but people were queuing for sea sick tablets (which they had
to pay for.) Each forecast was worse and
we had to take great care moving around the ship. The lifts weren’t working but often the crew
were there to help one up and down stairs.
Finally it got so bad we were confined to our cabins and
went from bedtime to lunch time with no hot drink. How I wished I had accepted Dylan’s kind
offer to buy me chocolates in Antwerp. We had a plate of stale rolls delivered to our
cabins.
The last night we were allowed in the restaurant and we were
all quite gay and light hearted at the thought of being back home soon – once through
the Bay of Biscay. But then the heavy chairs started to fall
backwards – sometimes with people in them.
There were crashes as all the plates and glasses smashed to
the floor and from the far end of the restaurant people were hastily leaving
the mayhem.
One woman complained she had paid extra to have a large
window and it had been boarded up fro the last few days.
The last night we
had a helicopter hovering over the ship as a passenger was air lifted to the
shore.
Eventually we breathed a sigh of relief as we reached the Thames – not all that late. We said a fond farewell to the hard working
waiters and cabin staff and waited for our call to the gangway. We managed to meet up with our favourite dining
companions – two doughty ladies from Brighton
and the time passed until our call about 3pm.
As we left the ship for the very last time (and I mean that
most sincerely although Dylan had already booked the very same cruise to do in
March) walking in front of us down the ever changing gangway I noticed a man I
used to see often in the restaurant – always smartly dressed in a suit and
helping his frail, delicate looking wife to her seat. He was pushing her down the bumpy gangway in a wheelchair and
suddenly the chair overturned and deposited his wife on the ground. He completely lost it and shook his fist.
“I hate this bloody ship’ he cried!
As we tried to help to put his wife back in
the chair and some crew appeared I think a few of us had a quiet sob in
sympathy.
Tilbury was chaos with cars and taxis trying to leave and
enter the dock. It was grid lock for
some time. We were both waiting for
taxis so wanted to be visible and the rain came and we were surrounded by smokers. I reached home about 8pm and Dylan apparently
10 pm.
As I constantly told first time cruisers on the ship:
‘Please don’t let this put you off cruising.’
