As we approach Cowes, we are invited to lie on a small conveyor belt, which carries us round the ship, down a chute, and ultimately deposits us at the Ferry Terminal. There new arrivals are greeted by a couple dressed as Native Americans (though in my dream the phrase that springs to mind is "Red Indians" - what can you do?). They make a special hand gesture which, as the woman explains patiently, means, "Hello and welcome!" They seem to expect me to make the same hand gesture in return, but a) it's complicated, and I'm not sure I can do it, and b) I feel far too English and embarrassed even to try. But then again if I don't, I'm afraid it'll look as if I'm either Ci) a snob or Cii) racist. Aaagh!
While I'm wrestling with these conundra, the crowd carries us past the couple, out into downtown Cowes.