St. Patric's day

At sea in the Bay of Bengal in the Indian Ocean. St. Patty’s day. The atrium was decorated with long sheets of green and orange material.

In the afternoon the captain announced that we were not going to Tripoli, Libya. It seems their crazy Colonel Gadafi has gone off his nut for a change and decided he won’t grant us visas to enter the country. And here he had promised to be a good boy and stay on his medication so we wouldn’t have to bomb the heck out of him again. We are now going to the Turkish port of Kusadasi on April ninth. I never heard of it either but it may be just the port town for a bigger city that we do know. On April tenth we will be at sea and then back to our original schedule, until further notice.

For dinner we went to Latitudes which now had been made into an Indian Restaurant. The decorating and the costumes the staff wore were great. They were friendly and helpful as they always are here. As we entered we all got a dot placed on our heads, or third eye as they believe. Everything was wonderful except the food, even though they had an Indian chef. About 3 or 4 points out of 10. Oh well. I guess you can’t have everything. We canceled the second reservation we had made.

Later in the evening there was a St. Paddy’s Day talent show. Bobbi didn’t feel well so I went alone. Rabbi Dov won 1st prize in the category of Harmonica playing Rabbi on the Voyager. He really was pretty good. There were a couple of others that were okay and then I found myself asleep, and went back to the room, so I guess the rest was not much.

Dot Head Sherm Out

(Posted on behalf of Sherman Rootberg)