Comments on: On Board at last Nov 10,08 http://www.4kconsulting.com/pictoncastle/2008/11/on-board-at-last-nov-1008/ A log of my passage on the tall ship Picton Castle Nov. 2008 to May 2009 Sun, 20 May 2012 17:25:09 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.6.2 By: Jayne http://www.4kconsulting.com/pictoncastle/2008/11/on-board-at-last-nov-1008/#comment-12 Jayne Thu, 13 Nov 2008 23:17:05 +0000 http://www.4kconsulting.com/pictoncastle/?p=70#comment-12 Nice to know you made it safely to the ship and were warmly welcomed. I'll look forward to more details once you find an internet cafe that speaks English (maybe in Gibraltar?) Nice to know you made it safely to the ship and were warmly welcomed.

I’ll look forward to more details once you find an internet cafe that speaks English (maybe in Gibraltar?)

]]> By: Stephen Johnson http://www.4kconsulting.com/pictoncastle/2008/11/on-board-at-last-nov-1008/#comment-11 Stephen Johnson Thu, 13 Nov 2008 20:08:16 +0000 http://www.4kconsulting.com/pictoncastle/?p=70#comment-11 Reading your note, the first thing to jump out at me was "The on watch crew were busy downrigging the mizzen topgallant mast...." Now, if you'd only written t'gallant as all truly authentic 19th. century nautical fiction types seem too, I'd have conclude you were already a salt dog. The best thing - in my experience - about being out and about in the wee small hours is how amazingly quiet it becomes - when we were in Istanbul on Galaxy I awoke at some unreasonably early hour, was out on deck watching the never-ending ship traffic on the Bosphorus, and the early morning call to prayer began to be broadcast from the mosques - the eerie, wailing "Allaaaaa-hu Akhbar" calls drifting over even from the Asian side. As the various mosques chimed in, the calls built to a substantial crescendo, then gradually faded away, one by one. In the daytime, I'd never have heard them Good sailing to ya! Reading your note, the first thing to jump out at me was “The on watch crew were busy downrigging the mizzen topgallant mast….” Now, if you’d only written t’gallant as all truly authentic 19th. century nautical fiction types seem too, I’d have conclude you were already a salt dog.

The best thing - in my experience - about being out and about in the wee small hours is how amazingly quiet it becomes - when we were in Istanbul on Galaxy I awoke at some unreasonably early hour, was out on deck watching the never-ending ship traffic on the Bosphorus, and the early morning call to prayer began to be broadcast from the mosques - the eerie, wailing “Allaaaaa-hu Akhbar” calls drifting over even from the Asian side. As the various mosques chimed in, the calls built to a substantial crescendo, then gradually faded away, one by one. In the daytime, I’d never have heard them

Good sailing to ya!

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