It was Sunday
in a city largely Catholic, South American country getting ready for
Carnaval. Correctly anticipating that
everything would be closed, we had signed up to go to St. Francis Beach.
Upon boarding
our bus, we learned that we had a guide who did not speak much English and so
was accompanied by an interpreter. It
turned out the interpreter knew a lot of what the guide was going to say, so
the process was not as stilted as anticipated when the arrangement was first explained to us.
Upon boarding
our bus, we learned that we had a guide who did not speak much English and so
was accompanied by an interpreter. It
turned out the interpreter knew a lot of what the guide was going to say, so
the process was not as stilted as it might have been.
On our way
back to the ship, we went through the middle of the city. There was virtually no activity. Everything
was closed.
We stopped at
an overlook for a photo op.
We returned
to the ship a short time before an early afternoon departure for tomorrow’s
port of call -- Salvadore da Behia.
According to
our Captain, the pier where we were docked was not in the best of
condition. It was therefore mandatory
that tugs pull VEENDAM free of it before she began maneuvering on her own. (i.e. VEENDAM was not allowed to push herself
away from the pier with her side thrusters.) I cannot speak to the condition of
the pier, but certainly the amount of mud we kicked up departing suggests a
depth issue in its vicinity.
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