What is nice about port calls, is that everyone goes ashore. So when I choose not too, the boat's practically empty. I can sit in the shop and put my music on the speakers without people complaining about my strange taste. I don't know why they don't like Cibo Matto, Moxy Fruvous, Arrogant Worms, Pogues, and Soul Coughing in a shuffle. Kids these days, they've got no taste for eclecticism.

Anyway, it looks like I'm again not going ashore, as most everyone else has already gone, and I'd need a libo buddy. This is the pattern for me for most ports. I go ashore one day, and spend the others catching up on sleep on board. I'd like to spend more time at cultural sites and museums and the like, but most of my compadres are interested only in drinking, so we compromise. I drag them to a cultural site, then they drag me to a bar. That's why I'm taking some leave in the summer to go off by myself to mainland Japan and see some sights.

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