Lowry (DD 770) - Naval Cruise Book

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IST-A-TTIBXJnL. ?,«r..A cc.r ;i.;r. v Good ole I.U. In October, after Cannes, we sailed through history to Istanbul, the famed Constantinople of old. Northward from Crete, we sailed the Aegean, the Dardanelles, the Sea of Marmara, and finally, just past the Golden Horn, we anchored in the Bosporus. As we diopped the hook, Europe was to port, Asia to starboard, and Russia dead ahead. In spite of bad weather, camera bugs had a field day, recording everything from the frequent Russian oilers, to mosques, minarets, and Copper Street. Santa Sophia, the Blue Mosque, and the Grand Bazaar all got attention, not to mention the Vagon-Bleu, Istanbul Hilton, the Florida, and the Karavansarai. Fleet Landing was at the bottom of a steep hill, and an abandoned mosque served as a Beach Guard Hut. The Bosporus flowed by so fast that we seemed to be underway, and Lowryites struggled into liberty boats laden with huge copper trays, hubbly-bubbly pipes, fezzes, and meerschaum pipes. How many karoosh to a lire, anyway? Dig the crazy taxi ik J I h A i

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CI ' VIT-A.- ' VEJCCHI-A. How the devil do you pronounce it, anyway? For most, Civita-Vecchia was only a train station to Rome. The outstanding attraction was that it was the last port, after six long months (or was it years?) away from home. The beatniks bought Espresso Machines, while the rest waited for the train. Some had been to Rome before, from Naples, but this was the first time for most of us. An hour and a half on a wooden seat, and 400 lire was all it cost to get there, with no telling how much to get back. Looking for the liberty party? Search St. Peter ' s, the Forum, Catacombs, Trevi Fountain, the Pantheon ... no luck? Try the Amercian Bar. The entire liberty party the first night, was 8 hours late, and we learned to check the train sched- ules a bit more carefully. One young soul had to be treated for shock after learning the prices at the Florida, and several diets were badly disturbed by mixtures of Perroni, giant cheeseburgers, pizza, and a banana split or two, at the American. The weather was good, or it was bad, and no in-between. Camera carriers used film like it was beer, we all found the seven hills closer to mountains, and a few hours at a stretch was all the sight-seeing most could stand, without an Espresso break. Three coins in the iounlain