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En Route for Colombo
The sun sets early here in the Tropics. It’s already growing dark, and it’s only seven o’clock. We’re three days out of Mombasa now, sailing across the North Western corner of the Indian Ocean to Colombo, the main port of Sri Lanka. It’s been an anxious few days for Kate and the rest of our g**g, waiting for news of Tony.
That fateful evening the ship was a-buzz with the news of the bomb. It was too much for Kate so she stayed in our suite, and I stayed close as I had promised I would. Apparently, no one else from the Albion was hurt, but eleven locals were killed and twenty-six gravely wounded. The Captain rang through several times to check that we were well. He let us know when the helicopter was to arrive to collect Tony and fly him to the airport. There wasn’
