It was Cruise Critic Member Limpit‘s first time on Celebrity Cruises, but she is no cruise novice having previously sailed with Princess Cruises, Carnival, MSC and Royal Caribbean.
So why did she choose Celebrity this time? Four main reasons: to try the brand; the Reflection has received very good reviews from CC Members, she was attracted by the itnerary – and she got a great deal on the Drinks Package and Gratuities.
But what was the main highlight?
There’s a fine line on dress-up night at sea between the right to individual expression and a wardrobe disaster the wearer’s friends or partner should really have helped prevent. But should we really judge what other people wear?
Well, we’re only human (and secretly, not always very nice) and we do judge, as some of us enjoy nothing more than sniggering at other people’s outfits.
As someone who makes Marmite and squashed banana sandwiches (go on, I dare you) and recently tried a slice of peanut butter and jelly pizza (surprisingly good), it’s fair to say I enjoy a few odd food combinations. But when faced with an expansive ship’s buffet, I find it hard enough to decide what to choose from those dishes on display in their unadulterated form … let alone come up with any inventive ideas for combo-food fads.
Not so some of our more creative Cruise Critic members. It seems that despite the huge choice, our readers are hungry for more. And the outcome might be delicious or disgusting; it all depends on how your taste buds are tickled.
Master patissier Eric “Cake Boy” Lanlard is excited about the maiden voyage of P&O’s new ship Britannia, as we wander through the ship, which is still very much under construction here at the Fincantieri shipyard in northeast Italy.
An avid cruiser himself, Lanlard will be at the helm of the onboard Market Café, a continental café/deli in the ship’s atrium, serving up cakes – of course – pastries and ice cream as well as cheese and charcuterie.
As the journalists (and I include myself in this) mill around looking for scraps of news from the increasingly detailed and technical Costa Concordia press conferences (there are only so many times you can write a story about sponsons), I decide to take a walk along the harbour front.
I’m aware that this will likely be my last time here, so I’m going to soak it up, take a few more images and then file it in my memory bank. I wish I spoke Italian, it would have helped to have got closer to the locals, who are at this point completely indifferent to the hordes of badge-wearing people walking up and down the harbour all day.
In a way, we’re just another type of tourist to them; not so the salvage workers, many of who have been here since the accident.