I distinctly remember the feeling that we had somehow taken a journey back in time to a by-gone era when we pulled into Hong Kong Harbor. As I recall, they wouldn’t let us dock because we were a nuke boat.

It was a foggy March 1978 when we rolled into Hong Kong Harbor. This port of call was most memorable, and there are some unforgetable memories associated with this 5 day visit to a place that still hadn’t caught up to the Western world, a place locked in a time closer to the 1940’s.

I remember standing topside watch in the harbor, and that we were slowly spinning at anchor. The sounds were something from a Humphrey Bogart movie, with fog horns of freighters, and a spooky fog that settled in at night.