Singular sensations at sea
There are three truths about cruising solo: it’s always expensive; it’s often awkward; and it’s occasionally fun. You may wistfully embark upon an Eat Pray Love journey of self-discovery, but that’s not how it will go.
Your dream will probably shatter into self-conscious pieces as soon as you check in, surrounded by couples and families who will soon be whooping it up while you pretend to look for your imaginary friend.
The simple fact is if you’re not outgoing on land, you won’t magically transform Freaky Friday- style into a social butterfly of the seas. This reality slapped me in the face on a recent overseas trip when I spent the entire week alone. “Oh, she couldn’t find a friend on a cruise ship!” should be a new Aussie saying.
The problem was my special blend of shyness and snobbery. I tried one singles event — well, to be honest, I casually checked out the meeting spot, didn’t like the look of anyone, kept walking. They shouldn’t have held it somewhere so exposed and easy to walk past. This is the problem with on-board activities held in inappropriate places. A bit like P&O holding its Friends of Bill W (Alcoholics Anonymous) meeting in a bar (true story; I saw it advertised on Pacific Explorer last month).
Then there’s the odd mix of participants. Some go to pick up, others are seeking platonic company, and they could be 17 to 87 years old. It should be more like the kids clubs, divided into age groups or intentions.
Your chances of solo success are better on a local