First Trip

Drumbeg Neil
7th January 2010, 18:48
I joined my first ship, the Horomya, in Singapore in 1971 at the age of 16. In August (I think), having done 6 months at Plymouth Nautical College (or was it called the School of Maritime Studies?) and after a couple of weeks at home I flew out from London on a KLM charter which was carrying all types of ships crews. We stopped off at several airports on the way, which I can't remember except for Damascus where we were escorted off the plane for refereshments in a hut beside the airport perimeter which was ringed with AA guns.
As a deck cadet, I was lodged in Connell House for several days waiting for the Horomya to arrive. I'd never been abroad before (people didn't travel so much in those days) and was quite overwhelmed by everything, the sights, sounds, smells and just the general sense of excitement.
We sailed from Singapore to Port Sudan, then Durban and a few weeks later ended up in Stanlow. For various reasons, the ship was the worst I sailed on but I'll never forget the experience of joining my first ship.

loylobby
8th January 2010, 08:11
Like you I think most people remember the journey and the somewhat intimidating experience of joining their first ship. Not only would it be their first ship, it could well be their first flight.

Most Shell people of a certain age will recall with dubious affection the KLM Combi and British Caledonian charter flights out to Singapore. The stay in Connell House with all the hints of colonial history and cockroaches. Also the compulsory visit to Bugis Street and encounters with the "ladies"; then of course the important decision as to whether you were a Tiger Beer or Anchor Beer man.

O happy days

R58484956
8th January 2010, 12:20
Tiger beer that's a name from the past.
On the P&O we entertained a gentleman on two or three occasions in the wardroom, on his last visit he gave us his business card and told us to phone the number when in Singapore and everything would be looked after. We phoned and a chauffer driven car picked us up and took us to the Tiger breweries who the fluid flowed extremely freely, this happened on 2 to 3 occasions. He was the number one man of Tiger.

redgreggie
8th January 2010, 13:43
my first trip, I had left the Gravesend Training School the previous day, I had just got in from walking my youngest brother to school, he's 10 years younger than me and I had really missed him, when I got in there was a telegram telling me to report to the 'Pool' at Hull the next day.

I, with a number of other Hull lads, I was from Sheffield, were sent to join the Clutha River, a Houlder Brothers tanker in Milford Haven.

After a long journey by train we arrived, the other lads told me I needed to find an empty cabin then report to the first mate for the cabin key.
I found a cabin, went to find the mate, lit a ciggy up on deck, the mates voice found me, we were discharging fuel!

So, I almost single- handedly obliterated Milford Haven from existence!

Memories, eh!

Spent about 6 years at sea, and had some wonderful times.






ray
of hope?
nope.
of sunshine?
nope................of Batley.

Mick Spear
14th February 2010, 19:52
I'm an anchor beer man loylobby! Tiger gives me a headache.
Mick S


Like you I think most people remember the journey and the somewhat intimidating experience of joining their first ship. Not only would it be their first ship, it could well be their first flight.

Most Shell people of a certain age will recall with dubious affection the KLM Combi and British Caledonian charter flights out to Singapore. The stay in Connell House with all the hints of colonial history and cockroaches. Also the compulsory visit to Bugis Street and encounters with the "ladies"; then of course the important decision as to whether you were a Tiger Beer or Anchor Beer man.

O happy days

Neil Mant
14th February 2010, 20:13
I left Gravesend and didnt get a ship for 10 days then the telegram arrived to come to the Hull Pool Myton St, I fell lucky to join the Port Chalmers in Hull so didnt have far to travel from Leeds