Crossing Line

Again………….. Yep, that right, we crossed the line again.

The ceremony of Crossing the Line is an initiation rite in the British Merchant Navy, Dutch merchant navy, Royal Navy, U.S. Navy, U.S. Coast Guard, U.S. Marine Corps, Russian Navy, and other navies that commemorates a sailor’s first crossing of the Equator. The tradition may have originated with ceremonies when passing headlands, and become a “folly” sanctioned as a boost to morale, or have been created as a test for seasoned sailors to ensure their new shipmates were capable of handling long rough times at sea. Sailors who have already crossed the Equator are nicknamed (Trusty/Honorable) Shellbacks, often referred to as Sons of Neptune; those who have not are nicknamed (Slimy) Pollywogs (in 1832 the nickname griffins was noted). Source: – Wikipedia – Visit Wikipedia Line Crossing Ceremony for far more detail  🙂

This will have been our third Crossing of the Line, Barbados to the Amazon in 2007, Bali to Singapore in 2014 and now Barbados to the Amazon (again) in 2015. Yours truly had crossed the line once before on the way from Barbados to the Amazon but can’t remember what year it was. The time, it was on The Adonia, the smallest of P&O boats but every bit as enjoyable as her larger sisters.

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We both decided to go up onto the deck to ensure we got a good place to view the ceremony, up on the top deck looking down over the pool. This would be a good place we though, we have a full view of all that will be taking place. Having established camp, we ordered drinks and settled and waited, in the heat and glaring sunshine. 45 minutes later, we ordered more drinks, it was hotter and sunnier by now. Half an hour later, the ceremony at last began but by now, it was really hot. I knew it was hot as my thinning hair was allowing my scalp to burn, as well as my forehead. Debbie was getting hot as well so she decided to move around the deck and avoid the sun. I said put, to make sure we got some photo’s. We id, we got loads of photo’s. All pretty much the same. Debbie got hot but didn’t burnt. I got hot and did burn. Bugger. One day, when I grow up, I’ll learn to stay out of the sun.

I was so hot, I added to go and sit down on our, now shaded, balcony, to have a couple of ‘friendly’ gin & tonics.

See also ‘Crossing The Line 2014

Caribbean & Amazon

Devils Island

 

 

 

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