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It started badly when a case travels from quayside to cabin and arrives with a smashed handle. Amazingly no-one knew that it had been smashed, let alone when. The cabin seemed ok, as tired as the rest of the boat, but clean.
Second sitting in the restaurant came around. Service was so rushed that you barely put cutlery down before the plate was whisked away and the next one slapped down in front of you. Mention of food on a cruise ship sets the gastric juices flowing with anticipation of fine dining. Sorry, despite the fancy sounding menu, I've had better food in a works canteen. Second sitting was also the time that the cinema started showing the nights film, so that was not an option.
The "Entertainment", very amateur singing with no props or scenery, led by a bumbling cruise director, who had far more enthusiasm than talent. Well worth avoiding.
And so to bed. So much creaking and groaning from the cabin walls with every move of the ship, that none of our party managed a good nights sleep for the whole cruise. When this was mentioned to the steward, the response with a shrug of the shoulders was 'but its an old ship'
To the firms credit, due to bad weather the destinations changed daily, but at each port, efficient transfers were arrange to get into the city.
To sum, destinations good, the time onboard, we could have done without
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