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Post by Deleted on Aug 30, 2015 23:35:17 GMT
After all, this site is called Any Port in a Storm, so it is perhaps time to reflect upon how grateful you would be to reach a port after being on any of these ships.
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Post by bjd on Aug 31, 2015 11:54:41 GMT
Very strange! Where are they being filmed from? If from just nearby, the camera is awfully steady.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2015 12:46:38 GMT
Most things on ships can be attached to make them secure. In fact, the strangest part was on the passenger ship where the camera was part of the ship, so that it and the ship never moved, just everything that was not attached.
The ship that I took to move to France had a day like that between Gibraltar and Naples. Most of the furniture was already bolted to the floor, so the main problem was people. They had to install big ropes through all of the public rooms so that you could hang on to them as you crossed, because it was impossible to walk without holding on to something. Of course, not many people were walking around because they were all seasick, including most of the crew. For some reason, I was not.
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Post by htmb on Aug 31, 2015 12:53:05 GMT
I was on The Norway - formerly the SS France - in the Caribbean when there was a late season hurricane in the area. The ship evaded most of the really bad weather but, while the pitching wasn't as bad as shown in these films, there was a lot of unpleasant rolling. I just remember holding onto the railing while walking through the hallways.
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Post by bjd on Aug 31, 2015 17:05:00 GMT
I crossed from London to Montreal by ship when I was 19. It wasn't very big, but by then, there were few passenger ships sailing -- one Russian and one Polish, which I took. We crossed the North Atlantic in June, apparently a month when there are quite a few storms. I remember there were paper bags tucked along the railings on all the decks. I shared a windowless cabin with a Canadian girl and two Polish women from the mountains. The two women spent the entire trip lying in bed, treating their sea sickness with vodka and pepper, and lots of company. So I spent very little time there.
One morning there were only 4 of us in the breakfast room. I gave up after the grapefruit, not wanting to push my luck, but I never got sick. One English guy got on in Tilbury and didn't come up again until we got to Montreal (6 days).
And one day, there was an announcement in Polish over the loudspeakers. I do understand Polish, but have trouble with loudspeakers in any language. All I saw was that everyone went rushing out onto the same side of the ship, which began to list. When I got there, I saw that everyone had been called to see a couple of polar bears on an ice floe.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 31, 2015 17:21:49 GMT
Those are terrifying videos.
I took the night ferry from England to France the night of the devastating 1987 hurricane (dating myself, much?). I could tell things were getting rough and I started to get sick, so I headed to the toilets and locked myself in a stall. I spent the night with my head against the door, alternately moaning quietly and vomiting. We could have gone down and I wouldn't have cared less.
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