I confess. I've been cruising. I was always a bit curious, a bit turned on by the promise of a packed seafood lunch. I've fantasised about rough trade on the ocean and tropical island romance, so I started in the obvious place (Durban harbour) with a spring in my slouch. Like a fool, I didn't even stop to consider the effects that spending a week with burly seamen would have on my life.
Or my relationship with my fiancé. (She came with me, broad minded lass that she is.) No, recklessly, I leapt at the chance to do a few Stand-up and Improv gigs on a Greek passenger liner for fun and jig and a free sail on the briny. I ended up ensnared in the sleazy underbelly of the tourist trade, witnessing at close range old codgers spend their retirement packages. And, God help me, I'm so ashamed, I fucking enjoyed it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
