|"Two days of rough weather - November 24-27 - Everyone seasick."
That was crossing the Mediterranean. That's when I got my taste for
tea. It was an English ship and they insisted on using dishes. The ship
was rolling around and everybody was lying on the floor. They had these
long tables the whole width of the cabin and the steward would bring in
the crockery, put it down and everybody would lie there and watch the dishes
move. They'd go this way and then they'd move that way - and then they
flew off the end of the table and smashed on the floor. The steward came
back in and softly exclaimed: "Blimey!"