The first time I heard a whale spout, it silenced an entire catamaran. A sudden breath of air cuts through the morning stillness of Prince Rupert in British Columbia. I couldn’t see the whales rising, but I didn’t need to; the sound was enough. The hush that followed said everything.
As a blind traveller, I’m used to managing expectations – other people's, mostly. I’ve been asked if I really travel alone. I’ve had hotel staff hand the menu to my husband, assuming I wouldn’t need one. When I told people I was heading off on a cruise to Alaska, reactions ranged from interest to scepticism. “Isn’t Alaska known for its sights?”
