After 10 long days
at sea, we pulled into Yokohama with the rising sun. I jumped out of bed in a hurry,
as Gary had just sighted Mount Fuji beyond the container cranes from our balcony. No time to waste…where was my telephoto lens?
We went to breakfast. But eating was not really a priority
when there was so much to see outside. It was cold. But that didn’t stop
anyone. It was our first foreign port. The sun was shining. The port was bustling. For a generation of students raised on Japanese anime, Japan was exotic, but also somehow familiar. They couldn't wait to stream off the ship, eager to begin their adventure...the excitement in the air was palpable and infectious.
Our ship was welcomed to our berth adjacent to the undulating Port Terminal by the rhythmic sound of enthusiastic Taiko drummers. The students cheered.
What we learned only later was that sighting Fujiyama is quite rare. We would not be graced with a view of its perfect snow capped form again.
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