I was on the Regent Panther in late 1946- as a 3 year old passenger, with my mother and younger brother. We were on our way to Venezuela to join my father who was drilling for oil there for Shell. It took us as far as New Orleans, where we had to change to the freighter Tiberius. I have only one memory of trip and that was before we boarded. Going out in a launch we passed the Queen ELizabeth and I can still recall looking up a black steel wall that seemed to reach the heavens.