Hi Robert



On (17 Apr 96) Robert Jones wrote to Bob Lawrence...



 RJ> There's nothing like coming in through Sydney heads on a patrol

 RJ> boat in a real "pea-souper". Especially when the sub-leiutenant

 RJ> decides to "focus" the screen on the 975 navagational radar and

 RJ> stuffs it up completely. Its even worse, when, as the only

 RJ> electronics technician on board, I'm lashed in my bunk, "dying"

 RJ> from terminal sea-sickness (well, thats how it felt anyway) and

 RJ> half the ships company have to carry me up to the bridge to fix the

 RJ> radar then carry me back to my bunk so I could die in peace.



And of course, the bridge is moving round a lot more than the

fairly stable bunk down below that you've been dragged out of.

Sympathy.



I get seasick just looking at the fishtank. One classic episode was

in the Gulf of Carpentaria, where I'd been working on the

electronics of trawlers, but sleeping on a mother ship (a converted

large tug, quite long and thin for a tug, called "Wooree" (sp?))

whose worst habit in gulf seas was a gentle roll. All was fine

until I was shifted to a trawler for the trip back in. Trawlers

love to pitch. There was a bit of a sea, and the wheelhouse of this

boat was going six feet straight up and down while I was trying to

fix a radio. In five minutes flat the crew was taking bets about

whether the white in my face was moving down faster than the green

was moving up.



Cheers



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