November 13th, 1998....................... we docked at Bermuda for an overnight to shrug off some of the bad  and ugly moments from our mind to prepare us for the greater voyages that awaited us. We wandered around the city and went to quite a few local bars and had a lot many number of drinks, thanking Lord Almighty for getting us safely back on land. Drunk to core and feet slipping away, we found out way back to ship by early hours of morning. Next thing we knew, the ship had already sailed out of Bermuda towards New  York. As we entered the bay and went past the Statue of Liberty towards the Manhattan pier No: 86 where the ship was supposed to dock, local people were already cheering for us,  as they had already heard of the S.S. Rembrandt getting battered in the hurricane the evening and night before. Anyways, the ship smoothly docked @ Pier 86 and the crew were all impatient for the gangway to be cleared by the U.S. Customs, so that they could get out and call home. Remember, in 1998, the cell fones were not prevalent and the only way to call home was using the pay fones with coins and then using the calling cards. One had to stay on queue for a long time for the person on fone to leave the receiver and then get on the process till one's turn is arrived. Those days now seem lucky now, as one could see the twin towers of the World Trade  Center, rising over the skyline to full glory which is now just brazen land until lately till construction began in late 2005 for the new World Trade Center.