No, this isn’t one of those articles written after the event, where you only pretend you’re writing from an exotic dateline but you’ve actually since got home.
Tallinn, Estonia
No, this isn’t one of those articles written after the event, where you only pretend you’re writing from an exotic dateline but you’ve actually since got home. This time I really can see the Ruritanian towers of Tallinn’s old city reflected in the mirror in front of my writing desk. The evening sun — which will go on for hours and hours at this latitude at this time of year — is shimmering on the Baltic. And here I am in my cabin, about to put on black tie, ready for dinner at one of the umpteen five-star restaurants on this fabulous cruise ship, the Crystal Serenity, which was recently voted by Condé Nast Traveller the best in the world.
But still I know that, to quite a few of my British friends, the thing I’m doing would sound like hell on sea.
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