5/23/2006 01:27:00 am|||Tim||| 
Le Havre port entrance, in case you've forgotten which harbour you are entering
the letters are 5 metres high. Or in the case of some navigators to confirm that you have indeed found the correct harbour.

Del Monte reefer ship, it's not the best advertisement for the company, a lick of paint being forgotten about on the banana trail. I think the man from Del Monte would be saying "NO" if he was asked to judge this ship.
In the famous Beatles song ”yesterday” is the line”I’m not half the man I used to be”, well fortunately for me I was half the man compared with my neighbouring passeneger on my flight to Amsterdam the other day, the guy was huge, he filled his own seat and one third of mine also he had to lift the armrest to fit in, and the belt was just about able to get around his girth. His jeans had enough denim to make two pairs of jeans and a denim jacket for me. He made no apology for squeezing me over to the right hand side of my chair, fortunately the emergency window was beside me so I had a bit of space there.
His only comment was on landing, the plane landed heavily with a bang, and he said “Well I guess we’ve landed”, I was about to say that they did not compensate for all the extra weight when I realised he was all the extra weight.
The pilot announced laconically on the PA, “as you’ve probably noticed we have landed now” full marks for the drole remark skypilot. Ah, the joys of flying.
Just finishing our cargo operation here in Amsterdam, the immigration officials did not visit the ship this time as they don't have the staff according to our agent. So much for fortress europe. After amsterdam we will be doing a french voyage form Le Havre to Paulliac in Bourdeaux, bringing diesel for the vineyards, oil being needed for making wine.....
25th of May.
Just leaving Le Havre. Two days of loading, shifting berth in and out of locks, waiting for cargo, waiting for surveyors, pilots, agents, better weather.....
Good to have the comforting numb thudding of the main engine vibrating through the ship as we make for Paulliac. More words later time for my watch.
Bye for now, Tim.|||114834078984882167|||