My father R.S. Datema was the first captain on this vessel . My brother and I were on the maiden trip . Good memories . Litlle boys ... a lot of vanilla icecream .
This was my wife's first trip to sea with me, was a short voyage as broke my right wrist trying to start emergency fire pump down the fore peak. 2nd engineer and I did not know it had been under water!! we paid off on Middlesborough
My mum remembers that her father, Philip Sharer, captained this vessel. I don't know of any dates unfortunately bit if anyone out there crewed with him and could tell me anything about any journeys, places or anything about him I'd be really grateful. I have memories as a kid spending time round his house and all the seeing souvenirs he collected from his travels. He also had a Shell flag desk ornament that i used to love raising and lowering. I never got the chance to know him as well as I'd have liked to and would've loved to have heard him tell of his time at sea. Any information... good or bad (!) I'd love to hear it.
On a routine Main Engine Crankcase inspection in 1999 I found extensive cracks in some of the main bearing support girders. Repairs were not feasible the only remedy was to fit a complete new Main Engine bed plate. In the last quarter of 2001 Myrina entered Sembawang shipyard Singapore to have this work carried out Phill Williams was the Engineer superintendent and I was also there as a temporary Engine Superintendent due to the amount of Main Engine work involved. This was completed and the vessel sailed with the Main Engine fully operational in November.
Prior to handing the ship over to its new owners in March 2004 she spent 3 months in Sembawang shipyard Singapore fitting a new Main Engine Bed plate due to the original developing cracks in the bearing housings similar to those found in Myrina where the bed plate was changed 2001.
My great-grandfather was the Master of this ship ... his name was Capt. William Daniel of Aberdovey and Ilford.
I have an original photograph of this ship sent by Capt. Daniel to his daughter Myfanwy Daniel (my grandmother)
We where in Kuwait discharging into 30 ton lorries. We only pumped during the day and the bitumen hardened in the pipes over night.
One morning we got set to discharge again and tanker driver was standing over the hole that our discharge pipe went into on the top of the truck. He was in typical Arab dress of kaftan and flip flops and tried to get him to stand well clear of the hatch. However he would not listen and choose to peer into where our pipe went into the truck.
The pumpman had to us quite a bit of pressure this morning to clear the blockages. There was so much pressure that when the bitumen left the end of the discharge pipe it bounced straight up and out. The Arab was sprayed with bitumen from head to foot and could dance pretty well. I haven't got a clue what happened to him, it was in the middle of Ramadan and I remember being thirsty, Amstel time.
Falmouth photo brings back memories.Hard to believe it\'s almost fifty years ago.
I joined the Rincon Hills at Portland. Maine on March 1960.Jack Richmond and I have become re acquainted after a mere 45 years.
I live in Victoria BC. and would love to hear about any more of my shipmates from Shell Canadian Tankers.
Just came across a letter from Rolph Wirminghaus who was on the Rincon. Anyone out there know of him and his whereabouts. He did come from a town called Wuppertal in Germany but may be living in Canada.
I joined the Hoegh Robin with the Chief, Second (Adam Manson) and myself as 3rd in Gibraltar to take over from the Norwegian officers after a short period of familiarization. The ship was then re-named Vega Seal and the rest of the Shell crew joined some time later. I then had a number of subsequent trips all as 2nd Engineer and managed through most of that time to operate it under UMS conditions. It was however, a very difficult ship to operate, requiring a huge amount of effort and time repairing the badly maintained vessel, after years of neglect by its former owners and operators. it was also a dog in difficult sea conditions and we had our fair share of these over the years, however, I fondly remember my very ample accommodation which my wife and I enjoyed for our out time on board.
In 1961 or 1962 my late father John Forbes Milne was engineer onboard the ESSO Dakotah (formerly the Empire Gawain).
The ship was a regular in the port of Aberdeen which was good as it is our home town so my father could spend time at home each time she called. One morning he left to return to the ship which was due to sail later in the day. A couple of hours later my mother received a phone call from my father saying ("The boiler has burst") so the ship was going nowhere. After a few days extended leave some officials from the company arrived in Aberdeen and decided the ship was beyond repair and she was to be scrapped. Because my father was local he was left in charge of de-storing the ship which involved going through everything onboard and deciding what was to be dumped and what was to be sent back to stores. The general rule was, anything unopened was to be kept and sent to stores and anything previously used was to be dumped.
As luck would have it, this coincided with the school holidays so I was roped in to help loading an old fashioned wheeled cart and pushing it to the company who were taking all the reusable items.
There were quite a few 'opened' gallon tine of ESSO cream and green house colour paint onboard but as they were to be dumped they ended up on the back of my grandfathers car and his house was painted in varying shade do of ESSO paints for many years after. Another windfall was very modern looking (for the time) bathroom cabinets, our extended family all had modern bathroom cabinets thereafter.The ship languished in Aberdeen harbour for many months, even appearing on a postcard view of the harbour wrongly captioned as being evidence of the new oil boom in aberdeen..
During one of the ship's early voyages toward the end of 1980, we sighted a fishing boat flying a distress signal during the 12-4 one afternoon while heading toward Singapore. Close examination showed it to contain Vietnamise "boat people" desperately trying to escape that country. All hands were involved in getting the men, woman and children on board from the old wooden boat, which promptly sunk - and the Master then turned the ship to go back for one young guy who had fallen into the sea during the rescue....that guy was particularly lucky to survive.
During the couple of days they were on board we heard stories of how other ships had passed them bye. We saw the primitive equipment, such as a chart that was simply a tracing on rice paper - their only navigation aid!
I seem to recall they were removed in Singapore without undue problem - but was amazed to find about half of them turned up in a refugee reception centre in Essex, just a few miles from my (then) house, and whom I later visited. About half the group went to the UK, and the other half (inc the guy who fell off!) went to the US. I later got a letter from the guy who fell off - but didn't continue any further links. I wonder what happened to them all.....they owe their lives to the Ebalina and its crew.