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Best Shots | The Young Man and the Sea
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The Young Man and the Sea. May 8, 2008 at 1:25 pm Posted in The World. A cockatoo. The forests of Melbourne, Australia. A temple’s reflection. The streets of Mumbai, India. The inside of the Vatican. Street market. Mubmai, India. Karmak Temple by night. Cairo, Egypt. Feta cheese, tomatoes, cucumbers, onions, oregano. Aghios Nikolaos, Greece. Leave a Comment ». Feed for comments on this post. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:.
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The Whisky | The Young Man and the Sea
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The Young Man and the Sea. April 24, 2008 at 3:13 pm Posted in The Ship. Touch Something I Probably Shouldn’t. Glenmorangie comes from the northern part of Scotland. The fact that it’s a little paler than the others indicates it was aged in a bourbon cask, as opposed to a sherry cask. You’ll taste the smokiness, but it has a very clean aftertaste. Up tips the glass. The aroma hits. You’ll often get more from smelling your whisky than tasting your whisky. And then the taste. I’ve always placed an importan...
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The Young Man and the Sea. A Meal in Oman. April 13, 2008 at 3:56 pm Posted in The Food. After the pandemonium of India, I welcome the sands and the quiet of Oman. The ship docks in the city of Salalah and the folks and I spend the day resting on the beaches of the Arabian Sea, watching dolphins turn somersaults in the cloudless sky. So this is where we die, I say. Oh stop it, says my mom. But I see her jump when we hear the handle of the door open. From the top, clockwise, spiraling inward: Yogurt salad...
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The Greatest Day of the Cruise | The Young Man and the Sea
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The Young Man and the Sea. The Greatest Day of the Cruise. May 8, 2008 at 12:59 pm Posted in The Ship. We’ve traveled to Hawaii. We’ve traveled to Australia. To Hong Kong, to Vietnam, to India. We’ve sailed through the Suez Canal. Through the Mediterranean. We visited Italy, Spain and England. The Sydney Opera House. The pyramids. The Sistine Chapel. But no destination, no difficult passage, no wonder of the world can compare to an afternoon of free beer. 1 Comment ». Feed for comments on this post.
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Nothing Sacred | The Young Man and the Sea
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The Young Man and the Sea. April 20, 2008 at 9:37 pm Posted in The World. I can still remember the week we studied ancient Egypt in Mrs. Magillaway’s class. I was twelve, and fascinated that a society could build temples out of sand, preserve bodies from death and command the Nile. Ramses II. Cleopatra. The awesome King Tutankaman. It was. Ghostbusters, Johnny Quest. Legends of the Hidden Temple. The grave robbers haven’t gone away, they’ve shifted shapes. Leave a Comment ». Feed for comments on this post.
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A Squid is a Squid | The Young Man and the Sea
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The Young Man and the Sea. A Squid is a Squid. April 27, 2008 at 8:00 am Posted in The Food. It started with a cherry tomato. My father and I are stumbling about the narrow streets of Sicily, searching for some city life beyond the shuttered shops and quiet city squares. Granted, it’s 10:00 am and a holiday, but we want some activity. I hold out a Euro to a teenage boy behind a pile of fennel and point to the beaded strands of cherry tomatoes he’s selling. He places four vines into a brown paper bag.
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May | 2008 | The Young Man and the Sea
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The Young Man and the Sea. The Hunt for the Green Flash. May 8, 2008 at 6:37 pm Posted in The Ship. I forget who told me about the green flash, but I hate them now for telling me. The phenomenon plays out like this: Every night, when the tip of the sun dips below the horizon a shock of green light extends outward in a quick jolt. So there I sat, every sunny day of this cruise, from the perch on the prow of deck 12, at sunset, waiting. Monstrous clouds blocked my view most nights, clouds that made it ...
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A History Lesson | The Young Man and the Sea
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The Young Man and the Sea. January 14, 2008 at 9:58 pm Posted in The World. Everyone in my fifth grade class had to write a report about a famous explorer. All the kids wanted Christopher Columbus. The teacher assigned me Sir Francis Drake. When I presented my report, my classmates gleamed with envy. The teacher had assigned me the coolest explorer. Sir Francis Drake crushed the feeble Christopher Columbus, who had turned out to be a major tool anyway. Eat a Horse (Figuratively). I’ve secretly always wan...
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The Hunt for the Green Flash | The Young Man and the Sea
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The Young Man and the Sea. The Hunt for the Green Flash. May 8, 2008 at 6:37 pm Posted in The Ship. I forget who told me about the green flash, but I hate them now for telling me. The phenomenon plays out like this: Every night, when the tip of the sun dips below the horizon a shock of green light extends outward in a quick jolt. So there I sat, every sunny day of this cruise, from the perch on the prow of deck 12, at sunset, waiting. Monstrous clouds blocked my view most nights, clouds that made it ...
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A Tale of Two Cities | The Young Man and the Sea
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The Young Man and the Sea. A Tale of Two Cities. May 2, 2008 at 7:34 am Posted in The World. The last segment of this cruise ends in a whirlwind seven ports in 11 days, from the Mediterranean to the southern tip of the U.K., stopping in Portugal, Gibraltar and multiple ports in Spain. But Rome and Monte Carlo couldn’t be more similar. Inside, the spectacle intensifies. Hand-painted murals cover the walls. Elaborate frescos. Trim of solid gold. Marble pillars. The commoners crane their...Beyond the laypeo...