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Maine Diaries: Some trouble in paradise
San Juan, the land god, and the land of homes and
dreams for any weary traveler or a boatload of
sailors with money to burn on expensive booze. And
with the taxi services over-charging anyone seeking a
cheap ride to the beach and with beer costing $4 and
up, we managed to squeeze every dollar we had to
enjoy the most out of San Juan and even more out of
the bars that seemed to beckon all of us for just one
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Maine Diaries: The men behind the curtain
It is surprising the disparity one sees between the
two majors here aboard the training ship. On one side
you have deck majors who one day aspire, God forbid,
to become captains of our ocean going ships on which
they will safely lead these great whales across the
world’s deepest oceans from port to port. Thank God
for GPS. Some of those aspiring for their licenses
are still stuck on book two of the riveting “Hooked
on Phonics” series. Read
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Maine Diaries: Just another day in paradise
We have finally reached paradise, and it comes in the
form of unbearable humidity and constant
thunderstorms. Not that it matters much, but we found
some reassurance in the days we spent at sea with the
knowledge that we will one day enter a port where we
may relax and enjoy cruise. Read
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Maine Diaries: Doldrums
Today was a day of rest aboard the TS. Most of us
spent the day lounging, shooting guns, and receiving
third degree burns. One person felt obligated to
sunburn his own name into his back using tape.
Hilarious and entertaining, and demonstrating how
very bored we are.
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Maine Diaries: This is not a test
Maine Diaries: Second first day at sea
A weird sense of satisfaction has occurred now that
this boat is actually going somewhere. Original
suspicions that we were just some type of large float
in a parade have been quashed --there is now an
unusual roll to the ship and, unless we have spent
millions on building a Hollywood backdrop, there is
water out there instead of Searsport.
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Maine Diaries: Unexpected lessons
Today we clean. We have been cleaning for the last
two days. I have been habitually cleaning the same
wall, and I’m sure that at one point I may strike the
outer paint of the ship. But at least I know how to
shine bulkhead steel. And with our engine still
broken and the broken record of the promise that we
will, in fact, leave tomorrow, we will continue to
clean until we are underway or someone attempts to
discover the combustion temperature of our
walls. Read
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