Sea Legs

I am writing in hindsight now.  

I am living at sea, like as if in air, but at the mercy of our skipper, not our pilot.

Today we are in a dayfog on the Gulf of Alaska, having passed from north of to south of through the midst of the Aleutians yesterday, on our second Saturday May 4th in a row, as we struggle to make sense of time of day and day of week, on this Pacific crossing.


Who could be out here with us?  Why is Captain Theo blowing the big old horn, every fifteen minutes, loud and long?

This ship made two stops, after leaving Tokyo.

First stop, was in northern Japan on the Island of Hokkaido in the port city, Hakodate. With my Japanese passport stamped a week prior, in Osaka, I had permission to walk off for a few hours. The free bus with a white-glove clad driver drove us to the local morning market.  Fish and fish and more.  Kinds I could never name.

I do not like to be one among a bevy of foreigners, but there were four ships in port that morning.  It is good for the local economy. I cannot be arrogant about it.  I have chosen to be the voyeur, so shame on me.

I still am fascinated by the infrastructure and the landscape most of all.

The harbour was very beautiful and vast.  Here is a LocationLink for you.  We were escorted away from the harbour by a fairly large and agile tug.

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