There is no country known as “America.” America does exist, however, in a strictly geographical sense. For residents of the United States, however, America is seemingly synonymous with the name of their country of residence. But, strictly speaking, “America” or “the Americas” is a geographic term, while “The United States” or “The United States of America” is a political term.

Now that the stateside parallel is established, it’s time head across the pond to address the usages of Great Britain vs. the UK, or United Kingdom. The difference between the two, at least in the modern day, is also based in political and geographic naming.

Great Britain is another name for the island of Britain, which, politically, is composed of Wales, Scotland, and England. When used in a political sense, it extends the island’s boundaries a bit to include some outlying islands, such as Anglesey and the Isle of Wight.

The United Kingdom, however, does not cut both ways, as it is a purely political term. The UK is an independent country composed of Scotland, Wales, Northern Ireland, and England. All of Great Britain is within the United Kingdom, but the United Kingdom is not 100 percent composed of Great Britain. Make sense?

[Source: Encyclopedia Britannica]

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There’s a satisfactory feeling that comes with finishing a cleaning project, the kind that leaves your appliances sparkling clean and your house smelling fresh. But most of the time, the only feeling that comes with cleaning the bathroom is dread. The scrubbing, the rinsing, the strong-smelling products—it’s a lot.

To help you out, we’ve covered plenty of bathroom cleaning hacks in the past, and even revealed what that pink slime is. Today comes another inexpensive bathroom cleaning trick: dishwasher tablets in the shower to help remove soap scum.

How to use dishwasher tablets to clean the shower

You’ll need a handful of materials for this hack—a pressed-powder dishwasher tablet, warm water and rubber gloves.

This cleaning hack may be cheap, but it will require vigorous scrubbing. Once you have your materials assembled, dunk the dishwasher tablet into warm water, letting it saturate before scrubbing away at the soap scum on the walls, fixtures and glass in your shower.

This may take some time depending on the state of your shower, and you’ll have to experiment on what scrubbing motions and methods work best. After some time, rinse the area off with hot water, and repeat the process with any leftover scum. That’s all there is to it!

Does it really work?

The short answer is yes, but it depends on two things—how bad the soap scum buildup is in your shower and how much patience you have.

Because dishwasher tablets are small, they cover a very small surface area when you’re on your hands and knees scrubbing away. It might take some time for the surfaces to sparkle again, but as long as you’re ready to put in the effort, the tablets should clean up your shower without breaking the bank.

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Johannes As Young Boy
Johannes in Grade 5, prior to leaving Holland.

I was 11 years old when I immigrated to Canada. My story begins during the Second World War on Couwael Straat in Rotterdam, Holland. I lived there with my mother, older brother Jacob and Miepie, our cat. My dad was not at home. He was fighting in the war.

My mother did not talk to me about the war while I was growing up in Holland, but I was firmly told that I was not allowed to go outside to play. I have a recollection from when I was about three years old and the Gestapo came to our house. The deportation order was in effect and German soldiers were rounding up Dutch civilian men to work in Germany. Our upstairs neighbour, Mr. Buis, who manufactured window canvas canopies in his workshop above our main floor apartment came to our front door in a state of panic. My mother, sensing the danger he was in, took him to the below-floor coal cellar with a trap door in the back porch. While this was going on, I saw the male neighbour across the way trying to hide in the kitchen. Then this very tall Gestapo official knocked at our front door and asked my mother if she had seen the neighbour he was looking for. My mother kept her cool and said in a very stern voice, “I haven’t seen him.”

A while after the Gestapo left, the neighbour hiding in total darkness in our coal cellar left by the back door into the garden. After the war was over, I visited the neighbour’s workshop above us and he was very happy to see me.

In the “Hunger Winter” of 1944-45, an estimated 25,000 people starved to death in Holland. To spare our family that fate, Mother risked her life during the German curfew to venture outside city limits at night on her bicycle to purchase potatoes from a farmer. Anyone caught outside would be shot on sight. The likewise desperate farmers wanted only gold, watches or jewellery as payment; our need was so great, Mother exchanged her wedding ring for food.

Salvation from Above

In April 1945, when I was four years old, my mom and older brother Jacob were alerted by a neighbour at home. We followed him a couple of blocks to his house bordering a huge park, Kralingse Plas. We looked up and saw hundreds of Lancaster planes flying overhead. The pilots had been instructed to fly 500 feet above ground while dropping their boxes and gunny sacks of food, without parachutes. From that height, none of the supplies were destroyed. The Allied Command had been given permission by the German military beforehand. Gunny sacks contained dried eggs, milk powder, cheese, margarine, dehydrated meat, salt, luncheon meat, tea, chocolate, yeast and white flour, what the Dutch used to bake “Liberation Bread.” Much later I learned that 3.5 million people were saved from starvation throughout Holland in a similar manner. What I remember most is how good that bread baked by my mother tasted with butter spread on top of a slice!

The Canadian Army, our liberators, entered Rotterdam on May 6, 1945. The war had ended! My mother attended a street party celebration on May 7, in front of our house on Couwael Straat. Dad came home soon after. He had pedaled all the way—417 kilometres—on a rickety old bicycle from Braunschweig, Germany. When I first saw him, I did not know who this stranger was standing with my mother in the living room.

I developed rickets sometime during the war, likely because milk was not available and outdoor time in the sun was restricted at best. After the war, my mother took me to see the doctor and he said that the lack of calcium and sunshine were the main reasons I was so pale and skinny to the point that my lower breast bones were deformed.

After the War

By 1949, my health was a lot better. I had become a cheerful nine-year-old Dutch boy, playing street marbles, board games and hide-and-go-seek with my cousins and neighbourhood friends.

In the winter, I skated on a frozen canal behind my grandfather’s house, using wooden skates, with my cousins Jopie, Corrie and Shirley. I also watched American Westerns with my older brother, Jacob, at the movie theatre. Life was fun. Life was good.

It was at this time that my parents thought it would be a good idea for me to live on a farm for a month. My Uncle Jan knew a farmer and his family, and they arranged for me to stay there for the month in August of 1949. Uncle Jan drove us to the farm in his new black Ford car. The first night, I became very stressed living with a strange family. I especially missed my mother, but after awhile, I got used to staying with my foster family. They treated me like a son and fed me plenty of food. My job on the farm was to feed the chickens. When my family came to visit, my mother commented on how healthy I looked.

Johannes Family
A farewell photo as the Bergs set sail on October 24, 1951.

Land of Advancement

In 1951, my father decided we needed to move to another country, which my mother did not want to do. She came from a large family of nine brothers and sisters, whom she did not want to leave. And why move to an unknown country with a different culture and language we could not speak? My father was experiencing desperate times though, with his Delft’s Blue table lamp business doing very poorly and taxes so incredibly high as Rotterdam tried to rebuild after the devastation. According to my father, we had to move to survive. He chose Canada as our new home, seeing the country as a land of advancement and better income. The decision was made easier given that he already had a sister, Semie, and family living in Montreal.

To prepare for the move he enrolled in English classes, and then one day in the spring of 1951, he boarded a plane and left for Montreal. Surprisingly, my father ended up speaking French once he found a job there, as a painter in a French-speaking factory.

The plan was for my mother, brother and I to follow by ship after he had found a house for us to live in. Once he had, Uncle Jan booked tickets for us to leave for Canada on October 24, 1951.

Moving to Canada meant I had to leave many family and friends behind. A few days before we were to leave, I told my friend, Ton, while walking home that
I was going to live in a new country. When I turned to face him, he had vanished from my side. Simply gone. No goodbye, no handshake. But one of the saddest parts of all was leaving Miepie my cat behind, too. Even the most loved of family pets were not allowed on board the ship that took us to our new lives in Canada.

Read Johannes’s account of his family’s reunion in Canada.

With the dozens of passwords you need to keep track of, it’s tempting to find a simple string of letters or numbers to remember and stick with that. If it’s easy for you, though, it’s probably easy for hackers to figure out too.

Software company SplashData analyzed more than 5 million leaked passwords to find out which were the easiest for hackers to figure out. For several years in a row, “123456” and “password” topped the list of worst passwords. They’re likely among the first passwords an identity thief will try, so you’re leaving the door wide open for crooks to steal your information. (Here’s expert advice on how to prevent identity theft.)

Don’t think that sneaky letter-to-number trick will save you either. Nineteen on the list was “passw0rd,” using a numerical zero instead of the letter “o”. “Hackers know your tricks, and merely tweaking an easily guessable password does not make it secure,” says SpashData CEO Morgan Slain in a press release.

Using your hobbies and interests could be easy to figure out too. Also on the top 25 worst passwords were “football” (9), “monkey” (13), “starwars” (16), and “dragon” (18). Cutesy sayings also weren’t hard to crack. Some of the most common included “letmein” (7), “iloveyou” (10), “welcome” (12), and the creative “trustno1” (25).

Using an easy-to-guess password makes it easy to steal your data. Reusing those same weak passwords across multiple accounts means if a hacker gets into one account, you leave the door open for him or her to make it into other accounts more easily, too.

The best passwords are at least 12 characters long, and use a mix of characters such as capital and lowercase letters, according to SplashData. Using a fresh password for every account also helps, so use a password manager to keep you organized. If the password is so hard that even you can’t remember it, a hacker will have a hard time breaking in, too.

Here are the 25 worst passwords for online security

RankPassword
1123456
2password
312345678
4qwerty
512345
6123456789
7letmein
81234567
9football
10iloveyou
11admin
12welcome
13monkey
14login
15abc123
16starwars
17123123
18dragon
19passw0rd
20master
21hello
22freedom
23whatever
24qazwsx
25trustno1

[Source: Mental Floss]

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If you’re in the habit of driving distracted and all you get is a ticket, consider yourself lucky. Every year more than 1.25 million people die in road crashes, and between 20 and 50 million more get injured, according to the World Health Organization (WHO), and the group names distracted driving as one of the top two causes of accidents. Now, Norwegian researchers have found the types of personalities most likely to take this kind of risk.

“Drivers using mobile phones are approximately four times more likely to be involved in a crash than drivers not using a mobile phone,” the WHO reports. “Using a phone while driving slows reaction times (notably braking reaction time, but also reaction to traffic signals), and makes it difficult to keep in the correct lane, and to keep the correct following distances.” (Take these steps to stop texting and driving.)

Yet there has been little research into distracted driving, observed transportation researchers Ole Jørgen Johansson and Aslak Fyhri in an academic paper published in the journal, Frontiers in Psychology. Figuring out who is most likely to engage in distracted driving is a crucial first step in developing effective interventions that will reduce distracted driving, they say. Johansson and Fyhri set out to identify the demographics, attitudes, intentions, and personality traits common among those who engage in distracted driving.

The researchers administered a survey to 1,500 Norwegian teens and young adults; after crunching the numbers, the researchers discovered that the greatest predictors for distracted driving are age and gender, with young men most likely to report distraction. They found six types of people are most likely to drive distracted:

  • young men
  • people who drive often
  • neurotic people
  • extroverted people
  • people who feel driving distracted is socially acceptable
  • people who feel driving distracted is beyond their control

Although the researchers were not able to identify an effective intervention that would target all these groups, the findings lead them to believe that “simply being exposed to material about distracted driving” may go a long way toward that goal. Accordingly, Johansson and Fyhri say that future research should focus on novel intervention techniques as well as other measures to predict distractability.

Next, find out 10 things you’re doing in your car (but shouldn’t).

Most people don’t keep a set of mechanic’s tools in their trunk. So when your car won’t start, leaving you stranded with a dead engine, you feel pretty helpless. But don’t give up right away. We’ve compiled a list of tricks you can try, and none of them require tools. They’re arranged by symptom, and you’ve got nothing to lose by trying them. Of course, they won’t fix the root problem, but one of them just might get the engine started so you can head to the nearest mechanic to have the problem fixed.

Symptom: The car won’t start, but the starter goes “click”

If the car clicks when trying to start, but still won’t start, this can be caused by a weak battery, dirty battery terminals, a worn starter motor or a stuck solenoid. If might just need a jump start, but there are a few tricks to try before breaking out the jumper cables or electric jump starter.

Try cycling the key: Turn on the dome light and watch it while you try to start the engine. If the light goes out, it’s a sign the battery is really weak—almost dead. To heat up the battery, terminals and starter, try the “key cycling” trick. The trick is to turn the key to the start position repeatedly about 10 times in a row. Stop and wait five minutes. Then try to start the engine. But if the dome light stayed bright when you turned the key, move on to the next trick.

Try tapping on the battery terminals: There’s no way to clean corroded battery terminals when you’re stranded without tools. But you can try to move or at least jar the terminals enough to make better contact. Smack each battery terminal with the heel of a shoe to rotate it slightly around the battery post if the car will not start. Then try starting the engine. (Here are more ways to extend the life of your car battery.)

Try tapping the starter: If you have access to the starter motor, try hitting it with the tire iron from your car jack. Sometimes, the electrical contacts get stuck and can be freed by tapping on them.

Symptom: The car won’t start, and there’s no click when you turn the key

Try shifting the shifter:With your foot on the brake, move the shift lever to the neutral position and try starting the engine. If that doesn’t work, move it back to park and try it again. Moving the shifter sometimes reestablishes electrical contact inside the transmission range selector (also known as the neutral safety switch).

Symptom: The engine cranks, but won’t fire up

Try swapping relays: With the radio off, turn the key to the run position and listen for a two-second buzzing sound. That’s the fuel pump priming the injection system. If you don’t hear any sound, the fuel pump relay may be bad or the pump may be on its last legs. First, find the location of the fuel pump relay in your owner’s manual or on the legend for the under-hood fuse box cover. Yank the fuel pump relay straight up. Then locate another relay with the same part number and swap it with the fuel pump. Push it straight into the socket. Try starting the engine afterward.

Try unflooding a flooded engine: If you smell gas, the engine is flooded. Press the accelerator pedal to the floor and hold it there while you crank the engine.

Try tricking the computer: A vacuum leak or funky temperature sensor can result in an air/fuel mixture that’s too lean to start a cold engine. If you’ve tried all the other tricks shown here and it still won’t start, press the accelerator halfway and try to start the engine. That’ll tell the computer to add more fuel.

Now that you know what to do when your car won’t start, find out what these strange car sounds could mean.

Camper trailer - 1960 Ford station wagon and camper
Dan’s mom peeks out of the camper.

This 1960 Ford station wagon was a part of our family

I’ll always remember my dad’s favourite car back when we were kids in the ’60s. There were five of us, so a 1960 Ford station wagon was the ideal car to own back then! I can remember many adventures us kids had in that station wagon. Seat belts weren’t mandatory then, so we had the pleasure of jumping around in the back, which of course drove Mom and Dad crazy!

One year, my dad decided to buy a camper and we gave family camping a try. It was pretty cramped inside that tiny camper, but thankfully the back of the station wagon made a great bed for a few little ones.

My dad sure got his money’s worth when he was only charged $5 to get in at the drive-in with the station wagon fully loaded up with kids. I think he set a record one time when we had eight screaming kids in there!

I can remember one trip we took to Washington, D.C., and I thought it was really cool that we had all that space to climb around in en route! Our parents’ travelling companions were following us in their own, smaller car, so during one leg of the journey, my dad had the not-so-brilliant idea to let their two girls travel with us. Suddenly, my personal space got a lot smaller, as these two sisters, who were about the same age as me, eight or nine, nagged me to play Barbies with them. Boy, was I glad I had extra room to jump into in the back and hide under a blanket!

1960 Ford station wagon - Dad at summer cap-out
Dan’s dad in his leader’s uniform after driving his “pack” to a summer camp-out.

Dad was a Cub Scout leader, and was well known by our whole group for providing entertaining transportation to and from outings and camping trips. He mounted a roof rack on top of the station wagon to pack extra camping gear, tents and supplies, so I don’t think the gas mileage was very good, but it was a very efficient way to move plenty of passengers and cargo in one trip.

All things must end of course, and eventually the old 1960 Ford station wagon had a date with the junkyard. The last mile she had in her was when my dad decided to haul a load of sand in the back and the gas tank broke free from its mounting brackets.

Yes, this truly is the stuff memories are made of—thanks, Dad!

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Whether you booked a rental car for your vacation or are hailing an Uber home after a night out with friends, it’s tempting to plug your dying phone into your rideshare or rental car’s USB port to charge. However, charging your smartphone in a car that isn’t your own could be disastrous.

First of all, you should never plug your phone into a public USB port, and that includes rental cars and essentially any cars that you don’t own. “The USB cable and outlet are designed not only to charge the connected device, but they are also designed for two-way data transfer,” John Burkhauser, an auto repair specialist and director of educational programs at Bolt On Technology, tells Reader’s Digest. “When the phone is plugged into the active outlet, usually located at the front of the vehicle, both the phone and the vehicle systems will talk to each other.” Translation? Using that USB port can transfer information from your phone to the car, and the car can store private information from your phone.

“Most everything you do with the phone and the vehicle systems will be stored in the vehicle’s memory,” says Burkhauser. “Your music list, text numbers, the addresses you looked for using GPS, and more. When you disconnect, you leave all this information behind. This can be accessed by anyone who uses the vehicle after you.”

Thomas Piippo, mechanical division director for the Automotive Service Association and owner of Tri-County Motors in Rudyard, Michigan, agrees. “Often (almost always) the USB port is connected to the car’s infotainment system and it may download your personal information into the car’s system,” says Piippo.

And, like Burkhauser stated, it’s not enough to just disconnect your phone at the end of your rental car experience because of the data you might have left behind. “Unless you delete that data before you return the car, other people may view it, including future renters and rental car employees or even hackers,” Lisa Weintraub Schifferle, an attorney at the Federal Trade Commission in the Division of Consumer and Business Education, writes on the FTC’s blog.

If you absolutely have to plug into a USB port in a car, Schifferle recommends using the cigarette lighter to check your permissions and to make sure that before you return the rental car you delete any data that could be stored in the infotainment systems. There’s also a device called a USB data blocker, which helps prevent syncing and the transfer of information between the two points, that you plug into the USB port first.

If you’re tech-savvy and car-savvy, then you’ll probably know how to delete information yourself. “You can choose to connect to rental vehicles if you know how to erase your information from the system when done,” says Burkhauser. “Some vehicles will allow you to navigate through the menu and delete your phone from the system. Other systems can be erased by doing a system reset, but you’d have to know how to do this to make it work.”

Smartphones, like baby monitors, thermostats, and even pacemakers are some of the everyday objects that can be hacked. But it’s your job to be vigilant and know how to protect yourself. “A good alternative way to recharge your phone on the go is to use a portable battery, one about the size of a cell phone,” says Piippo.

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Windshield wipers are vital pieces of safety equipment. But like many vehicle parts, we often forget they’re there until they stop working properly.

If you’ve ever experienced the ear-splitting, high-pitched squeaking noise wipers sometimes make when they drag across your windshield, you know how annoying it can be. Luckily, the solutions are usually simple. Learn the four most common causes of squeaky windshield wipers so you’ll know what to do next time yours start making a ruckus.

Dirty Glass

Believe it or not, dirty glass is by far the most common cause of squeaky windshield wipers. Small particles of dirt, sand or road salt sprinkled across the glass can cause friction when the wipers pass over, leading to the unwanted squeaking.

Give your windshield a thorough wash and rinse, then try the wipers again. Chances are the noise will be at least greatly diminished. (These pro car washing tips will come in handy.)

Dirty Blades

While dirt and debris often build up on the windshield, wiper blades can collect it, too. If you’ve cleaned your windshield and the squeaking is still happening, lift your wipers and examine the rubber squeegees closely. If you notice a buildup of dirt, wash them thoroughly. Use a toothbrush to remove dirt from all the nooks and crannies along the blade.

Even if you don’t see any dirt on the blades, the rubber squeegees may still be coated with protective oil from the factory, especially if your wipers are new. Like dirt and debris, this oil can cause squeaking. Remove it by cleaning your wipers carefully with rubbing alcohol. (Here are more genius uses for rubbing alcohol.)

Failing Wipers

If your wiper blades and windshield are perfectly clean but squeaking persists, there may be a structural issue with the wipers.

Check the rubber squeegees first. Over time, they become hard and brittle, losing their ability to flex as they move across the windshield. Brittle wiper squeegees won’t wipe well and will almost certainly squeak. Buy and install new squeegees and the squeaking will probably disappear. (Here’s how to replace wiper blades, step by step.)

If the squeegees are in good shape, the wiper mechanism itself may be failing and need mechanical work.

Dry Wiping

Even if nothing’s wrong with your wipers, they’ll probably squeak if you use them on a dry windshield.

If your wipers are in good shape and you notice squeaking, take a second to evaluate the weather conditions. Is there just a light sprinkling of rain on your windshield? If so, there’s probably insufficient moisture to lubricate your wipers as they move. Squirt some washer fluid onto your windshield and chances are the squeaking problem will be solved.

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Sea Otters - Vancouver Island West Coast
A raft of sea otters that the boat passed by.

“Attention passengers,” a voice boomed out over the PA system. “In a few moments, we’ll be passing by a raft of sea otters on our port side.” I ran to the wrong side of the boat, but realizing my mistake, immediately joined the other 20 or so passengers already looking out at the sea otters. I was really excited because I had never seen a sea otter before. Once abundant all along Canada’s western coastline, sea otters were over-hunted by the fur trade starting in the early 1800s. They have since been reintroduced here and are making a remarkable comeback, although they are still listed as a “threatened” species.

Vancouver Island West Coast Cruise on Uchuck III
The Uchuck III approaching the dock at Gold River, B.C.

Cruising Vancouver Island’s West Coast

I was on board the MV Uchuck III, a 136- foot converted American minesweeper. Built in 1942, with a wooden hull of double-planked, three-inch-thick fir, she is now based in Gold River, B.C., on Vancouver Island’s west coast. Totally refitted to take up to 70 tons of freight, she can also accommodate 100 passengers. The Uchuck III makes regularly scheduled runs to a variety of small ports, and delivers supplies to otherwise inaccessible settlements and camps along her route. As well, she will drop off kayakers as needed, by hoisting them out over open water and then gently lowering the kayak, with the kayaker inside, to the water below. A crew member explained to me that this was referred to as a wet launch. Several of the passengers disembarked this way when we stopped at a sheltered location for them. They were to be picked up in a week’s time when the boat did its next scheduled run.

Vancouver Island West Coast Cruise

Even though this part of our journey was on a boat, I was actually on a road trip with my buddy, Gar. He and I had left our homes in Saanichton on Vancouver Island the day before and driven north to Campbell River, and then west for a couple of hours, arriving at our motel in Gold River at dinnertime. The previous year, we had driven to Alaska on an epic three-week trip, but now wanted to stay closer to home and not have to drive too much. This short trip was perfect.

Fish Farm on Vancouver Island West Coast
A fish farm, where salmon are raised in open net pens.

We boarded the Uchuck III at 7 a.m. at the dock, after having a quick breakfast in town. The other passengers were all hardy types with sturdy shoes, waterproof anoraks and binoculars. We then headed out on the Thursday morning excursion, motoring at a steady pace of about 12 knots. Our route was largely in the sheltered waters of Muchalat, Tahsis and Esperanza Inlets. We stopped at one then another of the fish farms that call these waters home. Logging camps and fishing lodges came and went, some we stopped at and others we saw from a distance. We dropped off food, commercial supplies and assorted heavy equipment. In exchange, we took aboard several bright-green garbage dumpsters to be later unloaded and disposed of in Gold River.

Vancouver Island West Coast - Boat Rigging
A view of the open water while crossing the bay of Rolling Roadstead.

In the late afternoon we ventured onto the open waters that the nautical charts described as the Rolling Roadstead. I popped a pill to make sure that I wouldn’t suffer a bout of seasickness.

Vancouver Island West Coast Cruise - Kyuquot
Arriving at the small, isolated community of Kyuquot.

Arrival at Kyuquot

At around 6 p.m. we arrived at the little settlement of Kyuquot—pronounced ky-YOO-kit. A pair of eagles swooped overhead and this was taken as a good sign by the birdwatchers among us. Our arrival was met by the entire village standing on the little dock welcoming us. As there was no passenger accommodation aboard ship, we were all divided up and taken to small lodgings in the area. There is no hotel, so Gar and I were led to a fishing lodge where we were assigned to very basic camp-style accommodations, each room with a single bed and small adjacent washroom.

Eagle in Flight
An eagle greeting the group upon arrival.

For dinner that night, the passengers walked along a shoreline trail to a wooden building that served as the community restaurant. There was a large trestle table set up for us, with bowls and plates of steaming roast pork, chicken and vegetables. It was all home-style, very informal and delicious.

The next morning, we reboarded the Uchuck III and were treated to breakfast aboard, prepared in the ship’s small galley. We took the same route back to Gold River, keeping a lookout for telltale signs of whales. With a few stops along the way, we docked at 6:30 p.m. What a fantastic couple of days it had been. I would take this trip again in a heartbeat!

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