Saturday, July 13, 2013

Sum Ting Wong. Oh, yes, indeed there is!!!

Unbelieveable. Absolutely unbelieveable, and incredible. If I didn't see this video, I wouldn't believe it.

Someone, supposedly an NTSB summer intern, 'confirmed' for KTVU, a San Francisco television station, the names of the pilots involved in the recent crash there.




Unless the anchor is thoroughly burnt at her job, she MUST have realized what she was saying, once she started reading out the names. Or not. If she's like NTV's Glen Carter, she probably doesn't read anything beforehand, and it shows.

Wowzers. Words actually do escape me, sometimes.

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Thursday, July 4, 2013

Transatlantic Tow 2006, Day 13 - The End of an Adventure

Wednesday, July 5th, 2006

Well, we're finally here, at long last!! (... or as they say in the Netherlands, "Goed, zijn wij definitief hier, uiteindelijk!!" Uh... I think I'll stick to English.)

At 1 am this morning, Wednesday, (8.30 Tuesday night, Nfld time), two helicopters landed on our helideck, one with 4 harbour pilots on it, the other with about 7 linesmen who were going to handle mooring the ship once we arrive at the dock. I was asleep and missed all the fun. By 2 am, we had made a right turn from the English Channel into a series of channels that brought us into Rotterdam. When I got up at 5.30 am (1 am Nfld time) we were creeping along these channels, which are like narrow rivers. It took from 2 am to about 1 pm before we reached the dock, and even now, at 6.30 pm, they're still getting her moored. She's a big boat!

I had a chance to talk with a few of the linesmen. Nice bunch of guys! It was a new experience for them having to fly by helicopter onto a ship to do their jobs. They usually just hop aboard or up a short ladder or gangway from a tugboat to the boat their working on, but this one is just too big to do that.

The Rotterdam linesmen, above, and with some of our own crew, below.


 The mooring line that will keep us snugged up to the dock.


 The linesmen on the bow, working hard, until...

...I start yoo-hoo-ing to them!
 
I'm amazed at the amount of vessel traffic, big and small, that goes through these channels. There's a steady stream, fast and slow, of every shape and description. Our trip along was very slow. You could throw a rock on either side and hit land. It wasn't particularly scenic, though. It's a very industrialized area, all along these channels. Not a windmill or a wooden shoe to be seen!
 

Captain Ed Cooper with the harbour pilots on the bridge wing, docking the ship.
(Giving me the evil eye for spying on them from the helideck!)
 
I got very brave, and went to join them on the bridge wing. Very nice people!
 
The dock where we are tying up had to be dredged out to accommodate a ship of this size. In fact, the Skipper himself told me that we have 1 meter (3 feet, 4 inches) of clearance between the bottom of the ship and the bottom of the dock. That's incomprehensible to me, how they can do this with such a narrow margin. No wonder they put a protective plate under the turret before we left!

At about 8.30 am, we finally disconnected from our tow ship, and about 5 or 6 tugboats took over pushing us along the route. I was out on deck when the tow ship passed along our port side, heading back out to sea. All their crew were out on deck, taking pictures of us as we were taking pictures of them. Unbelieveably, I was actually outside doing REAL WORK, and therefore didn't have my camera with me, so I missed that Kodak moment. I waved to them, though, and they all waved back. They're gone to do some short term work in the North Sea until we're ready to sail back to Nfld. It was sad to see them go, in a funny sort of way.

Our supply ship, leaving us for the North Sea. (Someone else's photos.)

Some of their crew, on the bow, waving goodbye.

It was really hot, humid and heavily hazy this morning when I was out and about. Just after the supply ship sailed away, the heaven's opened! I haven't seen it rain that hard in a long time! Then the thunder and lightning came, but within about a half-hour, it had stopped. It got sunny after lunch. Having to wear coveralls over jeans and a t-shirt is yucky when it's so warm.

There are immigration officials on board now, too, who had to stamp everyone's passport. Later tonight, a gangway and stair tower will be erected. Tomorrow we'll actually be able to go down on the dock, and go in to town after work if we want. On Friday morning, 81 of the 120 on board will go to the airport and fly home. The rest of us will go check into our hotel / resort Friday after work.

So, all in all it's been a pretty exciting day! Not to mention an adventurous 13 days all together! It seems like I've been sending these emails for ages, but I guess this will be the last one now, now that the trip is over. Maybe a little update from time to time, but no more maps to send after today, I'm afraid! (...unless, of course, I'm lucky enough to be here for the sail back...!!!)

Well, take care, everybody! It was great having you along for the ride with me!! Now it's down to work for the next week, until I get to go home on the 13th. Keep in touch, and let me know what's been going on with y'all, too!

Love and kisses,

Margaret

PS - Just an update from yesterday's email. No, I will not be working nights (hallelujah), and no, we did not end up losing power like we thought we might once we left the English Channel! It all worked out just fine!

Ta da!!



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So, that's the end of this part of the story from seven years ago. We were in Rotterdam until September, 2006.

During my stay there, in three-week stints, I had the opportunity to do and see a lot of things. Seeing the FPSO in a dry dock, and being down on the floor of that dry dock, was astonishing. I will post some excellent photos from there on another day.

My sister came across to Amsterdam just as I was finishing one of my three-week hitches, and we spent a week travelling around Holland. A wonderful holiday. If it wasn't for the work-related drug tests, we just might have enjoyed ALL that Amsterdam's "coffee shops" had to offer! :-)

I'll post some photos from the holiday here on another day, too.

Well, my emails from that sail are here now, for posterity. A little snapshot of my offshore life, a life I enjoyed very much.

Thanks to those of you who visited here to read these posts over the past 13 days. I hope you enjoyed the trip! I am planning to do the same thing in reverse in September. As it turned out, I WAS lucky enough to do the sail back to Newfoundland, as well!! A thrill, indeed! And of course, the newsletters started again, so I will be posting them here, for sure!

So, until September, bon voyage!!

Margaret



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Transatlantic Tow 2006, Day 12

Tuesday, July 4th, 2006

Here I was, having such a nice day, when all of a sudden...

Well, let me tell you about my nice day, first.

The first picture I attached was the sunrise this morning, courtesy of Howard Granger, our Radio Operator.

 
We passed by the White Cliffs of Dover around 12.30 pm today (8.00 am Nfld. time). It was pretty hazy (?smoggy?) but you could see 'em. It was beautiful. I took all kinds of photos, and even figured out how to use the video function on my camera, so now it's like having a new toy. Only problem is, the files are too big to email. All of you can heave a collective sigh of relief... NOW!!

I did attach a couple of pictures to this email, with the WC of D in the background, that white line you see. Trust me, it's got a better 'wow' factor in real life. Plus, it is a hazy day, remember!


 
A bunch of us were standing out on the bridge wing area, looking at the coastline and all the vessels coming and going. I suggested we go up on the helideck to get a more panoramic view. We were only up there about 10 minutes, when we noticed this little twin prop plane come from the France side of the channel, and buzz by two small fishing boats, which were pretty far away from us. Nevertheless, we thought this was pretty cool. Next thing we know, this same little plane is making a beeline for us. It circled us about 4 times, way close. One time, it was so low you couldn't see it when it dipped below the level of the helideck. I got a FABULOUS video of it, a full 180 degree circle around us, but it's an 11MB file and impossible to email. What a pity! It seems that we're a bit of a novelty, even in sealanes as busy as the English Channel. (If any of you have an email program that can support receiving 4 or 5 MB files, let me know and I'll send you a little clip, if you want.)
 
 
So, needless to say there was not a lot of work done this afternoon. The weather is beautiful again today, warm and breezy. Everybody is so excited. I was talking to one guy as we were stood outside watching the ships go by, and he told me that when he flies home next week, it will be his first time ever flying in a jet. His brother has his private pilot's license, but he's never flown on a commercial jet before. There're so many people here with such varied life experiences (or lack thereof), it's amazing to think about. I often assume everyone is a lot like me, but that ain't the case at all. (Philosophical Moment is now over.)
 
Me on the port bridge wing.  
 
So, there I was, seeing the sights and pondering the imponderables. I eventually came back inside, and sat down to read my emails. That's when my nice day ended. There was an email from the guy in charge of health & safety for this project, telling me that they had a meeting in Rotterdam earlier today and decided the nurses should work night shifts, and now they're asking me for my "thoughts" on the matter. He might have THOUGHT he wanted my thoughts, but if I gave them to him, I'm pretty sure he wouldn't have wanted them at all, at all. So, I resisted giving him my "thoughts", consulted with my people, and hurled back an 11-question email, basically asking "WHY??? WHY???" in my most plaintive, Nancy-Kerrigan-esque style. The jury is still out, but I'm feeling faintly optimistic that I will come out in front on this one.

Getting to the bottom of this whole stupid mess (which is exactly what having me on nights would be, for so many reasons (11) that I can't get into now), is why you're not getting this newsletter until so late today. Here it is, 11.10 pm in my world, and I'm still at it.

Just then, an electrician comes in to tell me that in my clinic, I possess the only emergency outlets between here and the Galley (next deck up). Apparently, when we pick up our new pilot at 2.00 am, who's going to take us into Rotterdam, we have to lighten our ballast and come way up out of the water. This will affect our key service generators and cause us to lose everything but emergency power. (Help me out here, Don, you know more about this than I do!) So, if everyone wants breakfast, I have to leave the health center doors wide open so they can stretch cords from here, up to there, to boil a kettle. This is a problem because of all the confidential medical files and narcotics I have in here. Anyway, I just had to go to a meeting to develop a contingency, so that's figured out. Now, I have to finish off this email, and go get a shower, because if we lose that power, we also lose our hot water. It could all be gone for up to 24 hours. Funny thing, boats.

Well, that's it for today. I am really dragging my duff around tonight, so I have to go while I still am awake enough to add the attachments.

Be good, and I'll be in touch again tomorrow. You're with me 'til the bitter end, people. Can't leave you hanging now, now that we're so close!!!

Love and kisses to all,

Margaret


 
 

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Wednesday, July 3, 2013

Transatlantic Tow 2006, Day 11

Monday, July 3rd, 2006

Ahoy mateys!

Well, we finally made it across, and into the English Channel. WOO HOO!!

We first sighted land around 3.30 pm our time (11 am Nfld time) Right now we're sailing along the northern coast of France. It was really hazy out today, so the coast had a very eerie look, coming out of the mist. I took a whole whack of pictures, all of which looked like fog, so I won't bore you with those. We slowed right down when the harbour pilot sailed out from Cherbourg and came alongside the supply ship. Got great pix of THAT!! There is now a small tug hooked on to the back of us, and we're continuing on. They tell me that if the haze clears, we'll see the White Cliffs of Dover tomorrow afternoon.

Me with the coast of France visible in the haze. LAND HO!!

Well, Bingo last night was a washout. My slump continues. What a crowd was there! It was a grand laugh. I always used to picture Bingo as more of a lady's game. Not the case here - table after table of big hairy oil workers hovering over their cards, dabbers poised. It's really funny when you think about it!

 The people I played Bingo with:
Bill Churchill, Ken Moore, Brian Mulcahy, Bill King, Terri Farrell, Joe Carter.

Bingo is a very serious business in the oil industry. No one misses it!
 
The organizers - Dave Parsons, Des _____, Bill Foote & Scott Langdon. 

 
 Scott is holding a two-way radio, so those in the Control Room
can hear Bill announce the prizes, Des call the numbers, and they can play too.
NOBODY misses Bingo!
  
They did draw names out of a hat for everything from ball point pens and chocolate bars to ball caps. Everybody came away with something from those draws. I won a sleeve of three golf balls. I left happy!

My watch battery died about a week ago. Can you believe that? They last two years, usually, which sounds like a lot, until it picks the worst possible time to give up the ghost. Every clock I look at is different. The computers are all still on Nfld time, the ones on the walls are local time, and all that's on my wrist is a white suntan line. Sigh. Coincidentally, the last time I was in Rotterdam, in 1998, the strap on this very same watch broke, and I had to get one of the guys to take it somewhere to get it fixed. This watch KNOWS it's going to Rotterdam!!

Yesterday and today, we've had a couple of unique visitors fly in. Apparently, we've become a pit stop for homing pigeons! Yesterday there was one, now today there's a brace of 'em out on deck. You don't need to ask if I got pictures of them. I been imagining that they belong to Jack Duckworth (...a "Coronation Street" reference for the uninitiated...)

 
 
 

Today's "newsletter" (after all, that IS what this has become, up from a quick paragraph) will include the usual maps, plus a photo of that certificate I mentioned yesterday that we all got for our trans-Atlantic crossing. I'll send another separate email with some snaps I took today. (For those living in the metro St. John's region, brace yourselves for having to sit through another viewing of all these PLUS my PREVIOUSLY UNVIEWED pictures in the not-too-distant future! Bwahahahaha!!! The count as of this evening is 173!!)

That brings this update to a close. Two more days and we'll be at our destination. From what I understand, access to computers and the Internet will be severely limited when we arrive, so I'll send a final "tour report" and then bring this to a close. It's been a lot of fun sending these every day. I hope it's been interesting for you all, too.

Back atcha tomorrow!!

Love and kisses,

Margaret

 My transatlantic certificate, signed and sealed by Capt. Ed Cooper 
 
 


PS - One additional comment - Yes, my hair always looks like a birch broom in the fits when I'm at work. It was wet when I was playing bingo. However, hard hats do not make for dainty 'do's. :-)

On the one with the pilot boat alongside the supply vessel, if you have it way enlarged, you can actually see the pilot about to board.

As she speeds down our port side, you can see a photographer on her bow.

Maggie

The following are the photos that were sent on in separate emails that day.


Terri Farrell, Joe Carter, me & Bill Churchill playing bingo.
  
 The harbour pilot's boat approaching our supply ship.
 
 
 The pilot stepping onto the ladder from his boat to board our supply ship and guide us in to Rotterdam.
 
  
 Photographer on the bow of the pilot boat.
They circled us a couple of times, then back to Cherbourg, France.
 

 Don Gillingham, me, Curtis Cook, Shawn O'Leary and Harold Boland, kneeling.


  Me back aft, with the tug that's going to push us up the channels to Rotterdam.
 
 

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Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Transatlantic Tow 2006, Day 10

Sunday, July 2nd, 2006

Hello again!

ll continues to go very well on our trip across the briny blue.

I was out taking more photos today, just of people out and about. Apparently, I missed a good lightning storm behind us. It's very warm and humid today, so I'm not surprised there was thunder and lightning.

Later this afternoon, we had our usual weekly emergency drill, followed by a Town Hall meeting, where the Captain gave us all information about what is going to happen once we arrive near the Port of Rotterdam. I had to give a presentation at this meeting, too, in front of 119 people, all about the medical services that will be available over there. It's a good thing I'm not shy! AND it's a good thing I was forewarned.

The b'ys in the galley for the town hall meeting.

As everyone left the Dining Room, we were all issued with a beautiful certificate commemorating our trans-Atlantic voyage from Conception Bay to Rotterdam. It was done by our Radio Operator, who is a pretty talented guy when it comes to stuff like this, and it's just beautiful. I had the Captain sign and stamp it, and then I took a picture of it to send. Unfortunately, I had to return the cable earlier that allows me to download photos from my camera to the computer (I forgot my own!), and I haven't been able to get it back yet, so hopefully I'll be able to send it tomorrow.

Tonight, there is a bingo game being held in the Dining Room. Free to play bingo, and $1 each for tickets for an 80/20 draw. The Accommodations Coordinator (Chief Steward) has been making PA announcements all day, reminding everyone of the "humungus, really, really, big Bingo in the Dining Room with gigantic prizes!" They usually give away pretty nice stuff. Not that I'D know... I've been playing bingo here for 5 years and haven't won once! I've won the 80/20 draw, but I've never bawled out "BINGO". It's really getting me down. Maybe tonight is my night!!!

Well, I've got to go get my supper and warm up my bingo dabber, so here are today's maps for you. Notice that there's a new one, a close up of the English Channel. Pretty cool!

I'll be in touch tomorrow, so don't go away!

Love and kisses to all,

Margaret





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Monday, July 1, 2013

Transatlantic Tow 2006, Day 9

Saturday, July 1st, 2006

I hope the true blue Newfoundlanders among us took a moment to remember the Battle of Beaumont Hamel today. Lest we forget.

Good day one and all!

Woo hoo!! I am now a fully certified gas monitor. (Insert bodily function jokes here, those of you who can't resist.) I can now take pictures outside, all by myself. I dove right out the door this afternoon and started snapping like a turtle. Snapping like a pea. Snapping like a third of Rice Krispies (along with crackle and pop... get it? Get it?) Snapping like a rubber band. Snapping like fingers. You get the idea I'm sure!

I took a lot of pictures.

I will attach some of the photos in a different email after this one, in case the email size gets too big. On the pictures of me, you will see a yellow box-like thing strung around my neck. I have to have that on and monitoring the air at all times when using certain electronic equipment outside. So, that little yellow thing is what all the fuss was about.

You know when you go on holidays, sometimes, and there are always people snapping pictures and trying to sell them to you later? That's what I was like all afternoon. I took about 40 pictures, then came back to my computer and started sorting through them all, emailing them to whoever was in them, and trying to figure out who some of the people were... I felt like that young missy on "The Love Boat", Julie the Cruise Director. Yesterday, everyone came to me (why ME?) asking how to get set up with Aeroplan to get their points for the flights home. That's the way this job is sometimes, they come to me with all this stuff that has NOTHING to do with nursing, but hey, it's easy, I can help 'em out, they go away happy, and happy people are a good thing!

Well, we can't see land yet. I think people were being a little optimistic about that. Maybe by tomorrow night. We're starting to see more vessel traffic around us now, though, so we can tell we're getting close to somewhere!!

Finally, something to see other than the supply ship!

 Derick Coles and one of the many ships we were now seeing.



The last half-hour time change is going to happen tonight. I guess they moved it up a day to get it over with. So, by Sunday a.m., we will be 4 1/2 hours later than Nfld, 6 hours later than Eastern (Nancy!) and 8 hours later than Mountain (Tammy & Debbie!)

It's a beautiful day today, wherever we are! Sunny, a few clouds, nice breeze, lovely and warm. Ideal for getting out and about.

Well, I'll stop for now, attach the usual maps, and send y'all another email with a few of my snaps. Enjoy!!

Talk to you tomorrow!

Love and kisses,

Margaret


 

The following are the photos that were sent on in separate emails that day.
Here they are now, with captions:


The Bacon Butties.
I added this photo to an earlier post, but they cannot be spoken about often enough.
One of the top 3 things I miss about working offshore!

 
Captain Ed Cooper on the bridge. (One of the top 3 people I miss from working offshore.)
Pat Carew, and a taller young man, a trainee whose name escapes me, are in the background.

 
The Medical Officer and the Captain

 
Me (wearing my handy-dandy gas monitor), with Junior Barnes and Pat Carew

 Out for a stroll, finding the b'ys hiding behind the port crane.
Me, Fergus Hayward and Garry Banfield


The flare tower, aft. Always wanted to do the climb, but never did. Interesting fact:
If the vessel were sat on the seabed on location, the tip of the flare tower would be out of the water.
Relatively shallow water, pretty far out on the continental shelf.

The supply ship towing us. 

The compass on the starboard bridge wing, showing our heading due east. 

The view from the helideck.

The helideck.

From the helideck, looking port aft. 

From the helideck, looking starboard aft.

The supply ship was the only scenery, other than water, so there were
lots of photos taken of it. Here, with two liferafts in the foreground.


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