Erie, Pennsylvania. The American pride showed through from the minute our ship sailed in. We followed the Niagara (Erie's flag ship) in a parade of sails, which brought hundreds of people to the docks.
Not much of Erie, apart from the hospitality, was something to write home about. However, we did take a day trip to Niagara Falls. It was the most beutiful natural phenomenon I have ever seen. The Maid of the Mist, which is in its last year running, took us only meters away from the falls themselves. Although we were given complementary rain ponchos, a few of us decided there was no point in the attempt to stay dry so we striped down to our t-shirts and shorts. By the time the Maid of the Mist had made a full round it looked as if I had taken a twenty-minute shower. That was probobly the most amazing experience that I had in our Erie port.
I have to go, adventure calls. More to come on the crews personal hygeine attempts (showers!) when I blog next. Adios.