The next day, as my taxi headed towards the port, I caught sight of the cruise ships moored at the dockside. The warm tropical air hit my face as I took in the scene.
The taxi had an overly bouncy suspension—it felt as if I were being gently bounced into a new and exciting life.
Upon arriving at the ship, no one was there to meet me. The two other photographers I was supposed to start my new working life with were nowhere to be found.
I got this right, didn’t I? …Oh, don’t tell me it really is a fucking dream!
A few inquiries later, I was told they had bolted the second the ship docked, making the most of their few precious hours ashore before setting sail again. So much for a warm welcome.