Strange Cargo
I just heard a program on the radio that roused something long dormant within me...(ooer)
-the wish to travel to a distant shore on board a cargo ship (or, as I prefer to call them, a Banana Boat)
I think this would surely be a terrific way to travel, primarily for the selfish reason that there would be very little to do but stare out into the fathomless blue, read a mountain of books -
and play dangerous games of cards with scarred Lascars.
Perfect.
If it was a really big boat like a oil tanker, there might also be the chance to cycle round the deck, and discover if it was really true that big boats require 3 miles to stop. It would increase the excitement exponentially if you knew that the ship was carrying thousands of tonnes of some horrendously explosive material.
I would also spend as much time as I was allowed looking at the ships engine room and deck and just generally finding out how these amazing feats of engineering actually work.
Of course, knowing me, the card games would all go horribly wrong on the first evening, and I would spend the next two months hiding in a liferaft, surviving on a diet of raw sea birds, whilst murderous Latvian stevedors patrolled the ship with sharpened marlinspikes, baying for my blood...
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