Monday, June 11, 2007
Arriving in Savannah
We had a smooth sail into Port Savannah with flat seas. The dolphins were surfacing and surfing the bow wake on the ride from the sea buoy into the Savannah River. It was a beautiful morning. After packing up and loading the container with the yellow submarine and all of its accessories onto a flat bed truck at the port authority, the ship moved to River Street. This is the heart of the tourist district in old Savannah. Lots of restaurants and bars. Open containers are allowed here, very much like New Orleans where you can just stroll with a beer or glass of wine.
The port calls are a free for all with the crew and scientists. Every one bails off the ship and heads to the nearest bar. I hung out on board ship with my friend D. who had the 4 to midnight watch. We talked about the rifts between the officers and the crew. We talked about the amount of drinking that happens in port. We talked about a lot of things over those several hours. It was good to have his ear again while we attempted to solve a lot of problems.
I know that this has been a more spiritually challenging trip for me. For one thing, there wasn't as much for me to do. Second, there was a lot of negativism among the crew on this trip. It's the type of negativism that makes cynical embittered old men. I sincerely hope that D makes a decision that will prevent him from becoming that way.
I was pleased that I kept my mouth shut during these discussions. I didn't have a dog in the fight so it was best for me to just listen and be a sounding board. I'm learning that it's best not to meddle in the affairs of others. If someone has a boundary that they let you know about, it's best to respect them and not try to take care or solve any of their problems.