<HTML>Oriana from Athens to Southampton via Palma and Gibraltar in October 1996.
At first I thought I had made a big mistake. I wanted to get off the ship on the very first night because I found myself with silent tablemates who appeared to be taking a meal break from God's Waiting Room. However, I realised it would be a long way to swim back to the UK, so I asked that my table assignment be changed (after I made it clear to the Maitre d' that I was NOT the nurse of the elderly gent sitting on my right). I wound up sitting with the ship's DJ and a tableful of outrageous blue-haired widows and had the time of my life!