Martin Holloway
Portland, US
Cheng Ho: Where History Meets the Horizon
Booked Cheng Ho for a friends getaway, and from the moment we stepped aboard in Labuan Bajo, the rhythm of the voyage settled in. We hiked Komodo Island mid-morning, watched the dragons feed, then cooled off with a drift dive at Batu Bolong. The cabins are traditional in layout — mine had a small porthole with perfect sea-level views. The only friction: the generator cut out briefly during afternoon tea, delaying the espresso. But such moments felt human, not flawed. The crew lit lanterns each evening, casting warm patterns across the saloon. One night, anchored between Taka Makassar and Loh Liang, we shared stories over spiced rum as flying fish skittered past the rails. Cheng Ho doesn’t pretend to be modern; it embraces its 1996 bones with dignity. The sails, though rarely used, were raised briefly off Castle Rock — more ceremonial, but deeply moving. A vessel with memory.










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