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Some Disney Magic in The Med
Cruising’s leading blogger John Honeywell, aka Captain Greybeard, reveals how his latest travels took a turn for the unexpected
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here was a familiar – if unexpected – sound coming from my suitcase as I unpacked in Turkey at the start of a week-long Grand Tour of Europe with Disney Cruise Line.
Along with a select group of journalists from the US, I had
been invited for a sneak preview of some of the excursions that will be on offer when Disney Magic returns to the Mediterranean in 2013.
Six flights in the space of six days (proof, if ever I needed it,
that it’s far less stressful to travel by ship) took me to Ephesus, Rome and Venice. And, as I gazed at the sunset from my hotel room, a cheerful whistling and chorus of ‘Hi ho, hi ho, it’s off to work we go’ alerted me to the presence of a travelling companion. Grumpy had come along for the ride and, as I soon
discovered, was keeping his own diary of the week’s events. When we got home, I spoke to him nicely and persuaded him to share from his journal:
Now I warned that Greybeard fella to be careful, but does he ever listen to me? When I found out we were going to Turkey, I thought it was to do with Thanksgivin’ but it was nuthin’ of the sort.
He’s dragging me around this big old ruined church – Tomb of St John, he says – lookin’ for hidden treasure. There’s Roman centurions gettin’ in our way and vestal virgins tryin’ to distract his attention but he’s determined
to help his team find the vital clue
to a pot o’ gold hidden in a place called Ephesus. You ask me, he shoulda brought Doc along instead.
Anyways, he takes me for a nice lunch in a hillside village called SIRINCE. After a cup o’ really strong coffee and a smoke on this big hubble-bubble pipe thing, I had to have a lie down, so he puts me back in his bag and sneaks off to have a Turkish bath.
To be honest, I’m glad he left me behind. I heard tell there were some wimmin in the bath house, and as you’ve heard me say before, all females is poison; they’re full o’ wicked wiles.
Still, at least the Captain’s skin was soft and smooth by the time he’d finished being pummelled on a marble slab. What some people will do . . .
When we get to this EPHESUS place, which is full of thousands of tourists, he scares me half to death by leaving me sitting on a public latrine. The shame! And does he know what’s at the bottom of that hole in the seat?
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