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Mairangi Bay was launched and delivered to OCL in 1978, and was sadly scrapped in 2002.
Photo taken in Rotterdam 1983, great memories of this ship.
 
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Why not pop into the crew bar, see who is there, and look at the crew Mess Notice Board
Please use the notice board for leaving messages for others


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This web site has been created for the lads who sailed on the Bay boats in the 80's and early 90's, these were memorable trips, well the ones I can remember!!."hic"
Please sign the guest book and leave comments on the message board, you never know who you will bump into.




 




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WHAT IS A SEAMAN


Between the security of childhood and the insecurity of second childhood we find a fascinating group of humanity that comes in assorted shapes, sizes and states of sobriety. They are found on ships, ashore, in love, in passenger accommodation, but always in debt.

Girls love them. Towns tolerate them and calabooses all over the world provide them with overnight shelter. The Seaman is easiness with a deck of cards, brave with a bellyful of hooch, the world’s best buyers of  Men Only and other such artistic literature. He has the energy of a tortoise, brains of an idiot, yarns of an old Sea Dog and the slyness of a fox

Some of his interests are women, girls, females and the opposite sex. Hid dislikes are work, answering letters, inspections, the call to Turn To and ships food. No one else can cram into his back pocket a Seamen’s Book, Union Card, I.D, train ticket, a photo of his wife or girlfriend, three unanswered letters, a crushed packet of smokes, a comb, the remains of his Pay Off and the odd peso, peseta or franc.

A Seaman is an amazing creature. You can lock him out of your home-but not your heart. You can wipe him of your writing list but not your mind. He is your life, your one and only good for nothing bundle of worry, and all your shattered dreams are insignificant when he looks at you with those bleary bloodshot eyes, gives a lopsided grin and says Hello love-I’m Home.

 
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