Shanghailander
One of the Regulars
- Messages
- 202
- Location
- Pennsylvania
Around the World in 98 Days
This time, after five days at home, I head for Philadelphia. I’m sailing on freighter, bound for Liverpool, and will be gone for 98 days. I’ll have autumn in England, Hong Kong, and Shanghai, and spring and summer in Australia and New Zealand. I’m packing three pairs of pants and three hats.
There have been discussions about "if you could only take one hat..." This is an impossibility. My Panama would look ridiculous in London in November. On the other hand, the fedora will be too hot to wear to Bondi beach in Sydney in summer.
I will be hiking, touring, and have a few speaking engagements. No one hat will do, especially given the weather. So I have decided to take the travel Panama, for that ferocious Australian sun, and a midnight blue Biltmore Royal tear drop fedora. The third hat, which is for my 256 mile long hike through England’s Pennines, Cheviots, and Yorkshire Dales, is a visored cap with a puggaree. I could have stuffed a newsboy’s cap in as well, but as my luggage is well past 120 pounds (55 of which are copies of the book I have written) I had to draw the line somewhere.
My cabin is large enough to qualify as a suite on any of the cruise ships I have been on. Here’s a shot of the sleeping area of the cabin.
This is an actual working freighter, so there is no white gloved service in the dining room, no bingo or horseracing, no climbing wall or surfing pool, no Broadway style entertainment. Here’s a shot of us underway in the North Atlantic, showing the deck cargo.
With the advent of the container ship, the old, classic freighter, with cabins and superstructure amidships, and cranes on deck, is gone. Instead of carrying a crew of 120 or larger, and up to 30 or 40 passengers, we have a crew of 24. There is one other passenger apart from me. Now, we all know that if this was a 1930s movie, that other passenger would be a tall, attractive blonde woman, running away from some trouble or another, and at least one of the crew would be involved in some sort of sinister scheme. But with my luck, the other passenger is a middle aged guy just like myself. And as for the crew, they are quite a mix of nationalities, but are as friendly and as welcoming as one could hope them to be. Oh well – at least I will have plenty of time to catch up on my reading, and I can indulge in long chats with the captain about sea travel, navigation, and what it was like in the old days!
This time, after five days at home, I head for Philadelphia. I’m sailing on freighter, bound for Liverpool, and will be gone for 98 days. I’ll have autumn in England, Hong Kong, and Shanghai, and spring and summer in Australia and New Zealand. I’m packing three pairs of pants and three hats.
There have been discussions about "if you could only take one hat..." This is an impossibility. My Panama would look ridiculous in London in November. On the other hand, the fedora will be too hot to wear to Bondi beach in Sydney in summer.
I will be hiking, touring, and have a few speaking engagements. No one hat will do, especially given the weather. So I have decided to take the travel Panama, for that ferocious Australian sun, and a midnight blue Biltmore Royal tear drop fedora. The third hat, which is for my 256 mile long hike through England’s Pennines, Cheviots, and Yorkshire Dales, is a visored cap with a puggaree. I could have stuffed a newsboy’s cap in as well, but as my luggage is well past 120 pounds (55 of which are copies of the book I have written) I had to draw the line somewhere.
My cabin is large enough to qualify as a suite on any of the cruise ships I have been on. Here’s a shot of the sleeping area of the cabin.
This is an actual working freighter, so there is no white gloved service in the dining room, no bingo or horseracing, no climbing wall or surfing pool, no Broadway style entertainment. Here’s a shot of us underway in the North Atlantic, showing the deck cargo.
With the advent of the container ship, the old, classic freighter, with cabins and superstructure amidships, and cranes on deck, is gone. Instead of carrying a crew of 120 or larger, and up to 30 or 40 passengers, we have a crew of 24. There is one other passenger apart from me. Now, we all know that if this was a 1930s movie, that other passenger would be a tall, attractive blonde woman, running away from some trouble or another, and at least one of the crew would be involved in some sort of sinister scheme. But with my luck, the other passenger is a middle aged guy just like myself. And as for the crew, they are quite a mix of nationalities, but are as friendly and as welcoming as one could hope them to be. Oh well – at least I will have plenty of time to catch up on my reading, and I can indulge in long chats with the captain about sea travel, navigation, and what it was like in the old days!