Speaking of hunger, apparently it was lunchtime when we arrived, because the galleys were all bustling--the Mexican ship smelled like Mexican food, the British ship smelled like fish and chips and the French ship didn't smell like anything, but I did see a quart of heavy cream when I peeked through the porthole.
Surreptitious photo of French sailor aboard the Etoile.
The Cuauhtemoc from Mexico.
Aboard the Cuauhtemoc overlooking the Japanese Shirane (more on that in a bit)
The RFA Argus--the biggest of the bunch.
And finally onboard the Shirane--in a helicopter! You wouldn't know it from this picture, but Finley was thrilled.
I sort of loved the Japanese ship. There was a definite language barrier so their display was helpful, if also hilarious.
Thanks to them, I had this stuck in my head the rest of the day.
And of all the boats that we saw? This was the biggest baby-pleaser. That little police boat alone would have made his day.
As for the parents, we both agreed that the Cuauhtemoc was our favorite; the Mexicans seemed like they were having the most fun. Though the Shirane was my favorite for thorough presentation. And the Canadian sailors on the HMCS Iroquois (not pictured, sorry!) saluted me, so extra points to them! Really, they all stood out in their own special way, and I would have more to report if the Mexican restaurant down the street hadn't been calling my name.
Big thanks to Fleet Week for showing up at my front door!
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