Shall I chime in ... while we're
off subject, on travel by
ship.
In Sep 1966 we took a huge, supposedly stable ship across from NY to Naples, the Italian line's Michaelangelo. It was 6 days en route, and I was bored to tears. We were en route to Israel for my husband's year teaching at Hebrew University (in English) in Israel.
We had our 1 year old with us, and the ship's day care didn't work, because the "nice" Italian nannies let our daughter have all the candy she could eat, and she was sick.
I took something like Dramamine because the motion bothered me, so I slept in the daytime way too much ... out like a light on the medicine.
My husband worked ... he was writing a book ... so he didn't care where he was.
The waiter spilled OJ down my back at breakfast and did not say he was sorry, not even in Italian. But when I felt well enough to eat, I must admit the food was delicious.
Never again ... we flew to return at the end of our year, and shipped our stuff by freight.