Shipwreck is not all about cruises. Because, ya know, by definition, a shipwreck is no longer cruising.
While most of these stories take place on ships, many of my hilarious, humiliating and hair-raising moments happen in random places (again, a bit like a shipwreck).
That’s because I tend to spend a few weeks or months post-cruise in the country of disembarkation. On a couple of unexpected occasions, I even ended up living there.
I cringe when people call me the Cruise Queen. It’s not my whole life. But it’s certainly part of my voyage.
Then along comes a pandemic, a global cruise ban, and I miss it. What a brat.
I miss the freedom of the open ocean, the wild voyages to polar regions, the dinner parties on yachts and riverboats, waking up on an island…
As a single woman, I have had a lot of fun onboard — not all of it ‘above board’. And whenever I tell someone those stories, they say I should write a book.
So here it is. The things I tell my friends but never publish.
(The first draft of my novel, however, is hidden in a secret section. That’s not ready to be shared, yet.)
Over the years I’ve learned what people really want to hear about. Mostly, it’s my unusual love life. And, of course, the funny stuff. Often those two themes overlap.
Every story is based in a different destination: from Antarctica to Zambia (the travel writer’s A-Z). But not in alphabetical order; I’m not a librarian.
I promise it will be entertaining, and not for the prudish or easily offended.
This is your last warning!
A preview of chapters to come…
Here’s a teaser of the upcoming chapters of Shipwreck (in no particular order, except for the first one, purposely placed at the top to shock you):
Fields of Penis
Moving to Thailand… Or Close Enough
Mugged in Buenos Aires
Drugged in Amsterdam
Welcome to New York (I’ve Been Shot)
Menace of Venice
Swimming With Sharks
First Cruise, Worst Cruise
The Captain’s Quarters
Cracking the Crew Only Area
The Most Scandalous Week at Sea
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