As we sailed in, I sat and watched as first the industrial area went by, some lovely houses with fishing vessels and then the new city at a distance. Rather than dock at the city proper, we docked at one of the outer islands.
Looking out the starboard side at the dock, there were buses galore, industrial port and a line of vendors under white opened sided tents. Mentally I placed “go out and look at the vendors” somewhere above cutting toenails and below eating off ship. That is – not really high on my to-do list. There is a synagogue in the area and that would have been a nice visit. But given the population density and my current vulnerability to infectious disease I labeled the idea as not worth doing.
Instead, I had a lovely time chatting with various people and enjoying another supper delivered by room service –
Of course, the nagging to return landing cards started about 1900 when they announced they needed them ALL back. Even if you never bothered to get off ship. And here I thought it was going to be my souvenir of India….
Cross stitch update –
Tomorrow we are back at sea for a day of peace, quite and a bridge tour. Why not? Last opportunity on this ship….