I rubbed the leftover sleep off my eyes, unable to recognise the room I was in. Feeling lost and confused, I walked over to the heavy curtains and pulled them aside. A pale, pink and white sky and the vast, shimmering expanse of the Arabian Sea stretched away to the far horizon. Coleridge whispered in my ear, Water, water, everywhere, nor any drop to drink. Quite clearly, I was dehydrated, not from the view of the endless sea out front, but because of my stress-induced bacchanalia from the previous night. After a much needed drink of water, I started to remember the events that had led to this confused state of mindan early morning flight from New Delhi to Mumbaiand thena ship Cruise I was on a ship




