Sometimes, the magic of travel isn’t loud or dramatic — it’s gentle, unhurried, shaped by coincidence. This morning, as The Real Travel Guy, I wandered along the Port Elizabeth — Gqeberha waterfront in Nelson Mandela Bay. The air had that familiar coastal saltiness, and the horizon was painted with soft ocean mist. Then suddenly, in an almost cinematic moment, I saw it: a massive, majestic cruise ship resting in the harbor, its decks towering like a floating hotel, silently overlooking the calm