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By Big M
Foodge’s Kerouac ‘Stream of Consciousness’ inspired Container Ship Travel Blog.
05:37 Awoken by distended bladder. Tripped over doorstep and hit head simultaneously. Disorientated so micturated through railing into Mother Ocean. Managed to urinate over dressing gown hem. Returned to bed.
07:00 Ship’s horn announces change of shift. O’Way, Wes and myself tumble out of our bunks, ready for a hearty seamen’s breakfast. We hang back a bit to allow the night shift to eat first.
07:48 The ship’s cook invites us to clear the tables and help with the washing up. These chaps are wonderfully generous with sharing the workload.
08:12 Us three perambulate around the passenger deck. The feel of the ship rolling over the swell is marvellous, especially now that I’ve stopped vomiting!
08:28 Met some other passengers. All colourful characters, replete with tattoos. One even has an eye patch. I asked him if he was a pirate, to which he replied. “Do you want me to cut you?” Such wit, such humour.
10:12 Wandered down to the galley for morning tea. A little disappointed that there was just an urn with tea bags, instant coffee, sugar and no milk!
10:37 As we walked back to our cabin we noticed that a smaller ship was quite close, perhaps half a nautical mile away (yes, it’s all nautical miles, knots and fathoms here). A small boat had been lowered into the water and sped towards us. A sailor dropped a rope and the fellows in the small boat tied a large package to it, and sped off. It must have been a surprise for the Captain because the sailor quickly hauled it up and stowed it in a lifeboat. These chaps are full of shenanigans.
11:03 O’Way tells us that he has a migraine and needs to lie down in a darkened room for a few hours. I offered to sit with him, but he claims that my constant talking is causing the headache. Ungrateful!
12:37 Just finished lunch, and again the kitchen team were keen for us to help clean
up. Wes was allowed to use the dish washing machine, while I scoured pots and pans. The Filipino cook kept calling me ‘tulala’, which I take to be a term of affection. He didn’t look very happy when I started calling him tulala!
13:04 Wes and I managed to find the recreation room. The library shelves have very few books in English and the video library seems to be full of romantic comedies, such as, ‘Dallas does Debbie’ and ‘Two Girls, One Cup’. Such silly titles.
14:05 Wes and I were confronted by the same sailor who we had watched stow the package in the lifeboat. He was very excited and shouted in some sort of foreign language. Must have been hard of hearing so I shouted back. “Don’t worry, we won’t say anything about the Captain’s surprise!” He turned and took off towards the prow, or bow, or whatever the sharp end is called. Foreigners do seem to understand much better when one shouts.
16:23 O’Way staggered back out onto the deck. He seemed to look better and put this down to a visit from Gordon O’Donnell, who had blessed him. Wes suggested that if Gordon was such a great bloke, why doesn’t he get us home. “He is! Was the short answer from O’Way.
20:35 After another meal and the galley, and another session of me being called ‘tulala’, we’d decided to take to our bunks early doing crossword and the like until lights out.
Day Two
05:43 Awoken by distended bladder. Tripped over doorstep and hit head simultaneously. Disorientated so micturated through railing into Mother Ocean. Managed to urinate over dressing gown hem. Returned to bed….
So I looked up the Kero guy, very interesting but what’s a tulala
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I had to look it up. It’s Filipino for idiot.
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So what of the first picture. Cookie was an admirer of Hitler, a secret secret Nazi. It’s a marvellous picture. HOO is it one from the archives, it looks familiar.
I’d be worried about micturating into the wind.
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“Not heiling, just waving!”
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Yep only use archive pictures now, we have so many.
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Was it one of my finds? It’s heilarious, the cock and bull sign at the bottom finishes of what is an appalling statue.
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Not sure where it came from.
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Very good. I look forward to hearing what happens when they have one of those trial emergencies and you have to find your life vest and assemble near the life boats. Do they have life vests and life boats? As a 7 and a half year old I got locked in a stairwell during one such emergency and a wobbly tooth came out.
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Sorry to hear about your childhood ordeal.
I think this boat is pretty lax with safety and such. Foodge will let us know.
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Wasn’t an ordeal – I didn’t panic, spent the time concentrating on my wobbly tooth !
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I’m glad you didn’t panic. I used to worry those loose teeth until they were out!
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Lol… if you’re going to go on a long cruise, do it on a BIG ship! Like the QE2! Otherwise boredom is inevitable…
Reckon I’ll just stick to my 3-4 hour fishing trips on my kayak… Speaking of which, here’s a link to my latest video, which is just me paddling back to the boat-ramp, but the scenery’s gorgeous, and I made the video just as something to add some of the latest blues solos I’ve learned to… and also to show off the sound of the latest addition to my small, but respectable, guitar collection… a Gibson Les Paul Studio. (It’s ‘Wine Red’ and looks as gorgeous as it sounds!)
Anyway, here’s the link:
Enjoy! (And please don’t forget to ‘like’ if you do!) 😀
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Big show off, “micturate” indeed. Haven’t seen that term since the Dirty 30s.
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Yer takin’ the piss.
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I might be, come to think of it.
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Thanks for the finely executed upload, Hung!
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Love the timings.
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Everything is finely tuned in the nautical world.
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