To cruise on an old world White Star Cunard luxury liner, reminiscent of a bygone age of polished mahogany, cut glass chandeliers, expensive rugs covering oak block flooring. Waiters in starched crisp white jackets and white buttoned cotton gloves, serving Martina’s from a polished silver service tray.
The sound of music drifting through the open window, as the band plays a waltz, one deck below in the small yet elegant ballroom. Pre political correctness, here and there ladies smoking cigarettes in slim white ivory cigarette holders, whilst gentlemen dressed in dinner suits, enjoy a Cuban Havana cigar.
Stepping outside onto the promenade deck , with your wife on your arm. To look at the canopy of stars, that fill the night sky. Leaning against the railing to watch the light from a full moon, ripple across the smooth South China Sea. Sipping a scotch and soda, as you notice the oil filled lantern swinging from the stern of a passing Junk under full sail.
The sight filling you with excitement at the thought of your arrival the next day at the mysterious oriental port called Singapore harbour. After a hearty breakfast the following morning, you prepare to disembark, staring in wonder at Singapore. Which, enshrined in an early mist, fills the skyline. You watch as tenders queue to take you ashore.
To ride in a rickshaw through bustling narrow streets lined with a multitude of street vendors all plying for your trade. Breathing in the exotic smells of meals being prepared. Listening to the hubble and bubble of every day life, inter-mixed with that almost musically spoken Asian language. Then later after a days exploration, to relax on the veranda of a white painted old fashioned colonial hotel, sipping a mint tulip.
As you watch the world pass you by. Towards dinner time you hear the ships siren blasting in the distance. Informing you that its time to return to your floating palace and the next stage of your journey., The Indian Ocean and the tropical islands of Java, Sumatra and lastly the romantic Bali. A journey that you wish will never end. Scott Says - "What a great piece of writing - really conjured up images of cruising from a bygone era.