The recent spate of dysentery and diarrhoea on cruise ships has led to a spike in bookings from scat-loving Germans keen to join in on the fun.

The cruise ship industry has been under pressure after dramatic falls in bookings and occupancy due to several instances of food poisoning that have resulted in bowel related conditions.

In some cases over 80% of a cruise ship’s passenger detail was affected. On several occasions this led to the entire ship being quarantined for weeks.

Last year the Sun Princess cruise ship was been hit by two major gastro outbreaks in two weeks with more than 140 people arriving in Brisbane stricken by the virus.

The purpose built ships come with drop down plastic sheets and hose down walls.

It was described as a living hell by the occupants of the ship at the time.

But for the scat loving nation of Germany this was seen very differently.

Now, ‘Scat Cruises’ are being offered, where deliberately tainted food buffets are all the rage, as are relaxing ‘Scat Baths’.

To add to the theme, scat-based jazz bands will provide the entertainment, providing a full Scat experience says Scat Tours Founder and Director Gruben Schneider.

‘Scat Attack’, a cult German Scat-based Jazz band provide the entertainment.

Germany’s obsession with faeces goes back centuries: The Surry Hills Times spoke to author Michael Lewis regarding his book “Boomerang,” in which Lewis discusses some peculiar aspects of German folk culture. Specifically the aspect relating to an obsession with human faeces, or “dirt,” as it’s commonly referred to among Germans.

Lewis cites the work of late American anthropologist Alan Dundes who, in his 1984 book “Life is Like a Chicken Coop Ladder,” in which Dundes writes:

“One finds an inordinate number of texts concerned with anality. Scheisse (shit), Dreck (dirt), Mist (manure), Arsch (arse).… Folksongs, folktales, proverbs, riddles, folk speech — all attest to the Germans’ longstanding special interest in this area of human activity.”

This is dirt. Look at me. This is dirt. No. It’s Dirt. Dirt.

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