Once again, we were fortunate to be sat next to a lovely group of people for dinner. Sadly, they were not representative of the other passengers we came across on this ship.
As we’ve said before, there didn’t seem to be any “quiet corners” on this cruise, so most coffees and drinks included a side of other people’s loud conversations.
Conversations like “how can you pretend that Sir Mo Farah is British?”
Discussions about no longer watching rugby because “most of the team aren’t really English”. To say nothing of limitless excitement about the return or blue passports and the end of immigration.
To be clear, this was not a single conversation, but a sample of the many that were taking place around us. We appreciate that, being based in London, we are probably the “out of touch metropolitan elite” - frankly, I’ll take that over whatever this group were any day.
This is to say nothing of people on one sofa audibly judging the drinking habits of strangers around them; weird arguments over seating priority in the card room and the aforementioned restaurant incident.
It may be coincidence or bad luck, I can’t imagine Fred Olsen has a policy of marketing themselves exclusively to deplorables, but I’m in no rush to take a second sample. On no other cruise ship have we felt so out of place or so eager to escape.