Much of what follows was my column 20 years ago, almost to the week. My then newly declared life partner and I had returned from a celebratory cruise around the Caribbean. We had visited the Yucatan Peninsula, Grand Cayman Island, and Jamaica, and spent a couple of days at sea, being waited on. Not a bad life – for a week.
The crew numbered more than 900 men and women: photographers, room stewards, table waiters, omelet turners, engine operators, and a bunch of other people without whom the week would have been much less enjoyable.