If you enjoy waking up every day of your holiday feeling like an absolute dickhead, then a Cruise Shit is for you.
The potential serial killer, my colleague and I arrived (without any serious crimes being committed) at around 5pm and the unfairly good-looking Italian people were still soaking the sun’s UV rays.
I had the picture painted for me - massages, saunas, aromatherapy, healing of body via warm water and relaxation. What us Westerners would refer to as a spa, if you will.