Disaster strikes onboard Marella Discovery 2. Amy goes missing. Somewhere between the kids’ club and our cabin. My six-year-old daughter has a lonely night without her.
The next morning, we retrace our steps from the night before – which is practically the length of the ship – and find Amy, a much-loved cuddly, safe and well, propped up on the housekeeping trolley of cabin attendant Lubaib, who had scooped her off the corridor floor a few hours earlier.
