I'm sitting on the balcony with my book. I look up and in the distance I see a cruise ship passing by. Perhaps I catch 2 or 3 a day, going past. And part of me yearns to be on board. Albert calls these ships a big 'tarty party'. I guess, in reality, they are a bit like that. Still, it doesn't stop the feeling of wanting to be on board and overlooking the rail at the land lubbers.