I live in such a lovely part of Australia, overlooking a lagoon and the Pacific, that I often wonder why I travel at all.
The answer, of course, is that my partner and I love travelling by ship. The ports are not as important to us as is the sheer pleasure we derive from being at sea. This May we're going round the world in 104 days - not everyone's cup of tea, I own, but perfect for us.
We don't care for the organised excursions the ships offer - they're usually overpriced - and I always feel slightly embarrassed following a yellow umbrella or somesuch. It's much more fun go solo exploring - and it also helps walk off some of the extra weight that mysteriously appears.