The MM Dant ... the ship we took to Japan in 1966. And here is a photo (taken by my mom) of us debarking at Yokohama. I am the little one with the BOAC bag ... wonder why we were all dressed up?
Every night at dinnertime a man walked around with a little xylophone thing to announce the mealtime. They served tongue at one point, and me being the brave epicurean that I was, I ate it.
I remember the smell of fresh paint. Flying fish would accompany us, leaping and diving before the prow cut through the water. Seeing a pod of dolphins was a rare treat. Above all, I remember the deepest blue of the Pacific Ocean, incomparable, and the smell of the sea air and foam.
|Another view of the ship|