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Post by kerouac2 on Sept 3, 2022 16:06:17 GMT
I had been wanting to do this for quite some time, and when I was finally ready, covid-19 got in the way for 2 years. And even in 2022, about 80% of the previously offered cargo trips are still not available. Basically, in Europe you can go to other destinations in Europe as well as a few places in the Caribbean and North America. I was able to book about my 4th choice after throwing myself at the mercy of the cargo trip agency ("Just tell me where I can go and when!"). And this was a trip from Antwerp to Finland and back. Before even considering my application, the agency needed to receive my vaccination status, my insurance information and a medical certificate from my doctor since I am considered elderly (over the age of 65). An antigenic covid test less than 24 hours old was also required before boarding. I did all this, but that was not all. Before boarding, you have to go to the immigration police at the port to get another certificate for presentation to the captain. This turned out to be the most annoying detail, because the port of Antwerp is actually 18 kilometres from the city The immigration police office is at the far side of the port, which was also quite far from my embarcation point. There was no appropriate public transportation to get there. I checked with the tourist office, and they also concluded that a taxi was the only option, and yes, it would be expensive. I got into a taxi with a Pakistani driver with a beard down to there, so I figured it would be an interesting trip. He spoke pretty good English, had never been to the port but relied on his GPS to find the address. He talked about all sorts of things, a lot of which I did not understand, but than he started ranting about "the mosque, the mosque!" I did not want to get into a theological discussion with such a person, but it soon turned out that he was actually upset about "the mask, the mask!" He had only received a warning but one of his friends had been fined 250 euros for a mask violation. After a long trip, we arrived at the police station. The meter said 67.20. "Is 70 euros okay," he asked. "I would prefer 67.20," I replied. "But what about something for me?" I stood my ground, but did not protest when he put 68 euros on his card reader. I was just happy to see the back of him. Stupid me. I was buzzed into the police office and got the necessary certificate. But the policeman wanted to know "where is your taxi?" I said that it had left and he asked "How are you going to get to your ship?" This was basically the end of a dead end road with no traffic passing. The middle of nowhere. I told him I needed to find another taxi. Luckily, another seaman was there with his taxi at the same time. The policeman asked the taxi driver something along the lines (in Flemish) of "this idiot let his taxi go; can you call a colleague to come and get him?" Once it was determined that I could pay cash (a definite warning sign), an appointment was made but for 2 hours later because I had gone the police office early (not knowing how long it would take) and also knew that I was not to show up at the ship before 16:30. "Where are you going to wait?" the policeman wanted to know. I indicated that this was a waiting room (it even had vending machines), and he just shrugged, thinking "it takes all kinds..." I settled in with my book, but the various people arriving were more fascinating -- two Poles who had been omitted from the crew list of their ship (it took about 8 phones calls to get them sorted out), a Russian, since there are still a few ships going to Russia with essential goods, a couple of unidentified nationalities, including two guys who just needed permission to go on a ship for 2 hours to test equipment but who still needed the certificate. And then you need another certificate from the same office when you disembark. Could this be done online? Apparently not. Nobody paid the least bit of attention to me since people are often stranded at the office. I am still wondering what they do in this curtained cubicle. A strip search?
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Post by kerouac2 on Sept 3, 2022 17:53:42 GMT
At precisely 15:00 my driver arrived. She was a tiny and jovial Flemish woman, so I was already feeling better after the long beard. But she took me to a luxurious shiny black van for 8 passengers, and I knew that trouble was in the offing. Nautical term: However, it was a splendid rapid ride. This woman was familiar with every dock in Antwerp, including dock 1213. "Ah, Transfennica," she said. "You are going on the Pulpca?" The first part of the trip on empty roads and through underwater tunnels was very straightforward. The dock numbers kept rising. I don't know if there are really more than a thousand mooring positions in Antwerp, but the numbering made it appear that way, because the signs didn't seem to skip any numbers. We entered the labyrinth of 1213 (and some other numbers), and I was actually kind of happy to have this driver, who knew exactly where she was going, unlike a normal taxi driver. I was also happy to have seen a photograph of the Pulpca, because a lot of the ships in the area looked like complete derelicts. Notably, right next to the Pulpca there was a rusty Chinese cargo ship that looked like it was about to sink. I learned later that it has been there for more than a year, awaiting its fate, probably due to unpaid port fees, a missing owner or god knows what all. I was still an hour early and was hoping to be able to just wait on the dock and take some photos of all this, but I was driven right to the Ro-Ro ramp of the ship (Roll On-Roll Off) and she enquired whether I could board immediately. Yes, I could. And then she asked for 70 euros. I said I was a bit surprised since the taxi had covered a much longer distance for a lower fare. She was just surprised. "They didn't tell you?" Well no, they hadn't. She was clearly in good faith and probably would have knocked at least 10 euros off the fare if I had expressed outrage, but I preferred to pay and keep things pleasant, especially since she was so efficient. Interestingly enough, I had a message on my telephone from the agency when I got my telephone to work again. The agent informed me to expect to pay 130 euros for the trip. "Yes, I know it's a lot." Which is probably why she did not reveal this detail until the last day. Since I had paid 138 euros while being stupid, I think I got off pretty easy. The third mate took me up to my cabin, which made it clear why the medical certificate required the doctor to confirm that I could climb stairs. The messroom deck was ten levels up, but not a straightforward ten levels. First about 7 levels in a stairway, then you cross over to the other side of the ship for some reason to keep going up, stepping over various bulkheads, and I was finally on my level. The passenger cabins are called "drivers cabins" because they were designed for the time when complete trailer trucks with their cab and driver would take the ship. In modern times, only the trailer make the trip and a new local cab and driver takes over at the destination, which makes a lot more sense. This is my cabin. I had both life vests and immersion suits if necessary as well as enough extra toilet paper for an attack of dysentery. In olden times, I travelled on ships with portholes. Now ships have actual windows, albeit unopenable. A telephone provided all necessary numbers. I don't think people use these things anymore. And this was my shiny, clean corridor. One thing that has not changed on ships is that they are cleaned cleaned cleaned constantly.
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Post by kerouac2 on Sept 3, 2022 18:25:03 GMT
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Post by htmb on Sept 3, 2022 18:27:36 GMT
Fascinating! You do know how to tell a good tale. Looking forward to hearing more of the story.
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Post by cheerypeabrain on Sept 3, 2022 20:01:36 GMT
Wow. I was curious when you said that you'd be incommunicado for 10 days or so but far too polite to enquire as to why. How interesting...very Michael Palin! I'm looking foward to more
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Post by kerouac2 on Sept 4, 2022 4:15:49 GMT
I met the other passenger, a Dutchman by the name of Herman. Very spry for an old man (5 years younger than me); he enthusiastically told me that he had just been sky diving. He should have some interesting stories to tell. We were both a bit dismayed by the obligatory dining hours: 07:30, 11:30, 17:30. In fact dinner time arrived almost immediately. Passengers (drivers?) have a separate dining room from the officers mess or the crew mess, all on the same deck with the poetic name that I mentioned above. Dinner was do-it-yourself pita sandwiches with spicy ground beef which was rather surprising but not bad. It was too early to be hungry anyway.
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Post by onlyMark on Sept 4, 2022 5:52:21 GMT
obligatory dining hours: 07:30, 11:30, 17:30 Half an hour later, 08:00, 12:00, 18:00, would sound disproportionally nicer. I wonder the reason for the odd times. I expect you can't get anything to eat outside those hours but if they are obligatory, is there a punishment if you miss a meal?
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Post by mickthecactus on Sept 4, 2022 6:48:43 GMT
Fascinating stuff! Thanks.
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Post by bjd on Sept 4, 2022 6:49:23 GMT
When you wrote the post about Anterp, there was a hint there about a ship. I looked up departure times of ships from the port but couldn't have guessed which one it was. Lucky you to have sailed somewhere, even if it was just a frieghter to Finland and back. It still sounds like a lot of jumping through covid and other hoops to do so. Maybe it will ease a bit in the future.
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Post by kerouac2 on Sept 4, 2022 8:08:38 GMT
I wonder the reason for the odd times. I expect you can't get anything to eat outside those hours but if they are obligatory, is there a punishment if you miss a meal? I think they were feeding us half an hour ahead of the crew, who deserved their undivided attention. Actually, we had access to a refrigerator containing juice, milk, buttermilk (WTF?), various condiments, margarine, jam, cold cuts and sliced cheese. There was also a box with two kinds of sliced bread, a toaster and a microwave. I saw the cook checking several times a day to see if anything needed to be replenished, so we were definitely not being mistreated. The other passenger skipped lunch twice when we were docked in Finland because he had brought his bicycle and was covering a lot more ground than I. But he informed them ahead of time and there was only one place set on those days. It still sounds like a lot of jumping through covid and other hoops to do so. We were told to have our original ticket, vaccination proof, insurance proof, antigenic test result and the police document for presentation upon boarding in Antwerp. Nobody ever asked to see a single one of those things (50€ for the covid test! Shit!). The duty officer just glanced at my passport when I came on board and that was it. However, the police office was totally computerised of course, and I am quite sure that the information from there was transmitted to the ship. In fact, the other passenger (Herman) told me that he had met the captain when he was in the police office, so they take at least that stuff seriously.
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Post by kerouac2 on Sept 4, 2022 8:14:05 GMT
We had to cross the entire North Sea before entering the Baltic Sea.
the bridge, to which we had free access
plenty of other vessels of course
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Post by kerouac2 on Sept 4, 2022 8:41:37 GMT
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Post by kerouac2 on Sept 4, 2022 9:11:25 GMT
Time for a tiny pedagogic moment
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Post by kerouac2 on Sept 4, 2022 14:59:51 GMT
I had to take some of the pictures through the windows, which were coated with salt spray. Land ho! We had arrived where small boats were no longer afraid. There was still a bit of a way to go. And then we arrived at the port of Hanko, Finland. Just think of how they must feel when a huge cargo ship comes to disrupt their lives. But it was time for the 11:30 soup.
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Post by onlyMark on Sept 4, 2022 16:44:29 GMT
I asked about the food because of wondering about doing a trip. I'm glad there is at least some provision to have a sandwich between meals. Fascinating photos of something we rarely see but, the bridge is totally underwhelming. Looks like an afterthought in an abandoned canteen.
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Post by lugg on Sept 4, 2022 20:26:09 GMT
Ah so this is what you had hinted at - Yikes thank you ...not something I would ever do but what a pleasure to read and view.
Call me shallow but I immediately thought so glad for K2 the top bunk was not occupied and what the heck was that dishwater soup.made of?
Seeing the DFDS ship brought back some unpleasant memories when years ago I crossed to Denmark aboard one. Worst experience of travel ever.
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Post by bixaorellana on Sept 5, 2022 0:11:29 GMT
This is a report and a half! I'm absolutely fascinated by the account of being aboard a container ship -- not just the parts about being a passenger, but the logistical and tactical stuff, too. Do you know if you two passengers were the allowed limit, or simply the only two who had applied to go? I'm pretty sure that the curtained cubical in the police station is for dealing with people who have one foot much larger than the other. Can't be too careful about those types. Since you didn't avail yourself of the passenger lounge, what did you do instead? They still have these useless things, probably just for show (and tradition). I doubt you'd be saying that if you were "Maaaan overbooooard!". Great explanatory pictures throughout & all the photos in #13 are just wonderful. Waiting to see more!
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Post by biddy on Sept 5, 2022 1:51:31 GMT
Great account!
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Post by kerouac2 on Sept 5, 2022 2:54:08 GMT
Do you know if you two passengers were the allowed limit, or simply the only two who had applied to go? The limit for this ship was eight passengers in four cabins. In fact, the very next trip was going to have seven passengers (Belgian and Swiss). This is much more than usual, but apparently they had combined the passengers signed up for two different ships because one of the ships was delayed in England (due to the strike?). The captain was a bit worried because he never sees that many passengers and wondered if they would be perfect (like us) or rowdy. Since it is traditional (obligatory?) to allow passengers access to the bridge, he was not at all comfortable with the idea of all of them comng up at the same time.
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Post by bixaorellana on Sept 5, 2022 2:58:42 GMT
That can only be a politeness/hospitality worry of the captain's, as he has absolute authority over the vessel and can certainly deny anyone access to the bridge.
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Post by mickthecactus on Sept 5, 2022 8:06:51 GMT
Belgians. That says it all...
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Post by kerouac2 on Sept 5, 2022 15:07:30 GMT
It was time to disembark for the first time. We would be in port until late afternoon. Since I wasn't given enough time to take a proper picture in Antwerp, here is the Pulpca. It dates from 2008 and is 205 metres long. In a day or two, you will probably find a report about the charming town of Hanko, Finland in the Europe section of the board. Understanding signs in Finnish was going to be a challenge.
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Post by kerouac2 on Sept 5, 2022 16:01:48 GMT
shoretime interlude
check Europe section
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Post by kerouac2 on Sept 5, 2022 16:14:03 GMT
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Post by cheerypeabrain on Sept 5, 2022 18:14:53 GMT
A truly fascinating report. The ship looks so clean! A real adventure.
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Post by kerouac2 on Sept 5, 2022 18:36:13 GMT
Time to leave for the next stop, Rauma. Here is brief glimpse of how to get from dock level to my cabin. You start with a door just after the basketball hoop. Climb climb climb 10 levels. But that's not all. At the top, you cross over to the other side of the ship (why?), go along another corridor and reach a security door. The door remains coded as long as the ship is docked, and I did not have the code (pssst! 2016Y). However a crew member arrived within a minute and coded me in. Then there was just one more long corridor and two levels to climb.
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Post by kerouac2 on Sept 5, 2022 18:57:02 GMT
I made the decision in Rauma not to go on shore. I'm not sure it was the right decision, but I knew that it required a walk of 3.5 km to go into town, and I did not expect it to be much different from Hanko, even though it is a bigger town. Obviously, the day seemed a bit longer than usual, but I had my two books, my laptop and my mobile phone to occupy my time. I went up to the bridge to inspect the view. I inspected the map of the Finnish coast in the passenger lounge and it made it clear why you have to avoid certain areas. lessons to learn All of the containers were removed from the weather deck. So of course it was time to start piling new containers on.
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Post by kerouac2 on Sept 6, 2022 7:09:46 GMT
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Post by kerouac2 on Sept 6, 2022 12:05:16 GMT
It's time to talk about the food. It was no worse than most other institutional cooking in huge pots. We received exactly the same food as the crew. For Sunday lunch, you could tell that a special effort was made because we had huge tender steaks.
However, there was something that Herman and I noticed from the very first day -- the use of dill. It was fresh tasty dill, and it was in absolutely everything -- the salad, the soup, the mashed potatoes, the vegetable, the gravy. It was in every single item except dessert. As good as it was, by the second day it had become a running joke. "Oh, I think I taste a bit of dill." By the fifth day, I was still appreciating the novelty and had resolved to use dill in my mashed potatoes in the future and more often in salad and a few other items in the future. I think dill even moved above basil in my personal hierarchy.
And then the dill suddenly disappeared without a trace. This was all the more surprising because it disappeared on the day we had smoked salmon with cream cheese, a dish which requires fresh dill in both France and the Netherlands. We never got a taste of dill again for the rest of the trip. Had they suddenly run out of dill? Had the crew threatened a mutiny? The second possiblity is more likely.
The new second cook was from Latvia, and he was certainly responsible for all of the dill. I found this on a Latvian food site:
Anyway, it was a total revelation to me. I still don't know if they made the cook stop using dill or if they just suggested that he use less and he was offended. Or maybe he really did run out. After all, we left from Belgium and not Riga.
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Post by kerouac2 on Sept 6, 2022 12:48:10 GMT
I took advantage of our new half day in Hanko to get more photos for my little photo report about the place. I got much better photos this time. Then of course, I walked back to the port trying to respect the important information on the signs. At the gate, there was also this sign, easier to comprehend. Port security was interesting. The first time, nobody paid the least bit of attention to me coming or going. Herman said the same, and we were both surprised that you could enter and walk about a major international port without anybody checking on whether you should be there or not. Today was different. The guy at the gate asked me where I was going but was satisfied when I said I was a passenger on the Pulpca. "Oh, okay." But as I approached the ship, a security vehicle drove up to question me. What was I doing there? Was I lost? "You look lost." I explained, and I was admonished for not wearing a security vest. "Next time!" he ordered. Okay fine, next time. And naturally I would never take any photos of the port, since it is clearly forbidden.
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