We had
dinner at the Manhattan again on Tuesday. We were seated at a rear window
overlooking the dock, where workers were releasing the ship from its moorings.
We sailed away as the sun set over Tortola. The food was good: shrimp and
mushroom fettucine Alfredo for me, crispy flounder for Bob.
Our waiter
was from Goa. He has spent 14 years at sea, working 8 or 9 months at a time
before returning to India for a 2-month vacation.
The waiter
told us that the hardest experience for the 200 Indians onboard is separation
from family. The loneliness must be a big hardship for these hardworking people,
who seem to be on duty for long hours every day.
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