That's what always gets me in trouble on river cruises in Europe. The breakfasts are All-You-Can-Eat buffets . . . and I can eat way too much.
River cruises, with an
s, this is something you do on a regular basis? Parden my ignorance, but the words
river and
cruise in the same sentence are not conjuring up even the suburbs of Nirvana. Aren't rivers for barges, mud, empty milk jugs, dead bodies and, here in Maine (until outlawed) bank-to-bank giant pine logs being current-pushed down stream to the mills?
Come to Maine and I will take you on a river-less cruise through meadows and wood, on foot, with a knapsack breakfast of hard boiled eggs, Lebanon baloney and stream-cooled ale.
Disclosure. I was in Germany once and too nervous and busy looking for gun mounts to notice if there were rivers. There probably are lovely ones all through Europe, you've sailed them I bet, but some, the Somme and the Marne, conjur up visions that would be tough for me to get over. What do you do on a river cruise that you would not be doing on an automobile cruise hugging the bank, except not driving of course? And the eats, to use the non European vernacular.