:: Sunday, November 14, 2004 ::
View aft with me on the foc'sle deck, in the rain, Nov 13, 2004. We were in the Pacific off Pt. Loma.
I was glad I brought my blue shell along. I wear it when cycling and it is the closest thing I own to a rain jacket. I have my North Face jacket here – and from the weather may need it at the Grand Canyon – but didn’t think I needed it on the ship. I was wrong. It would have been good, even though I would have had to lug it around. Porta toilets were the next challenge on my list I had never used one you have to hand pump and then pull a small lever when done. I had to ask one of the crew for a little info on the operation so I didn’t look foolish, err, more foolish. I am pottie trained FYI. I thought of taking a picture, but I thought better of it. A flash coming from the head – head being the name of a washroom on a ship – would have attracted attention!
I went top side and into the saloon and grabbed some lunch and since it was still raining and I had found a spot earlier – as opposed to standing and bracing myself in a corner somewhere on deck with everyone else who didn’t know, I went back below deck and aft to the lumber ports. These are two square port holes about 2 and a half feet across cut into the stern of the ship just below the saloon. After the ship had left the ownership of Shaw Savill and co. at one point it was used to carry timbers and lumber instead of immigrants. At any rate, they provided a near water level view aft with the lapping of the waves against the hull clearly heard as I ate my chili and sandwich. The two macadamia cookies – so sugary that I could feel the crystals as I chewed them – and the coffee were soon to make me a little queasy. I had a moment of - this would be embarrassing if… - but it passed. I was certainly more lucky than a couple of people who inspected the interior of garbage cans…
:: Mike Wood 23:14 [+] ::