|09/02/2013 - 17:45||Shaun Bromwell||
She was my first trip. Straight out of the Peanut Factory at Gravesend in 1980 I was 'shang-hai-ed' by the pool being told I would join her in Savannah. Instead it was four days late in arriving at L'Harvre in the Channel. In the snow. Boarded via a four hour pilotage in a heavy swell, hung over and surrounded by vomit. Signed the articles and immediately was called out on strike. Me first week at sea was as a un-paid show of non-existant solidarity. Once the politics had blown over we discharged and sailed light ship for the Gulf via Suez (the largest to transverse in its day). The next six months consisted of playing hide and seek the wrong side of the Coins while the 'Tanker War' emerged over the next six months. Great Crew given the circumstances. Paid off in Oman.
|07/26/2011 - 09:04||Alistair Randoll||
It's a family affair, I sailed on Linga (2), my father sailed on Linga (1)