The monster grows

The sun’s shining, the clouds are few and the monster that is AKPO lies gently at the quay; mind you with around 34 mooring lines (around 150mm in diameter) holding her in place she’s not likely to go anywhere in a hurry. On the quay, in neat coils, are another 30 lines ready to be tensioned up at a moment’s notice should a typhoon threaten the tranquility that is Ulsan in late spring.

The vast hull and moduled topside is a veritable frenzy of activity. There are literally hundreds of industrious chaps (and chapesses) swarming about, all terribly busy and serious. It’s certainly  the antithesis of Lowestoft last week, that seemed to be full of chaps scurrying to tea-breaks or hiding behind welding curtains.

The word is that it’ll sail on the 20th. That of course depends which word you listen to. Some say it could be a week after that and others are even more pessimistic and mumble dates that have the word ‘July’ in them. Crikey, there’ll be a lot of cheesed off head honchos around if that happens. There’ll be a cheesed of oik too, namely old allatsea. He needs to get home to the bosom of his Nissan, the curves of his Beretta and easy access to the drinks cabinet. It’s all very well mincing about a shipyard in a company hard hat and work boots but a chap misses the cut and thrust of getting out of Cannon Street at peak times and the ensuing running battle along Moorgate. Aah, nostalgia, what a wonderful thing.

For those of you out there that like big boys toys and similar, here’s some info that got my juices flowing earlier.

AKPO’s not just one big ‘mutha *#kker’ she’s got some serious brrum brumms on board. There are 6 Rolls Royce RB211 turbo generators each capable of producing 32 Mega Watts, some 190MW in total. Woohooo, that’s serious umpphhh!! On the down side, think of the fuel bill. Ah well, tis all academic.

On a less savoury note, I’ve met a  lunatic Irish Chief Engineer here and he’s insisting we go out for beer and stuff tonight. I may well be a tadge jaded tomorrow.

About allatsea

Sixty year old master-mariner. Absolutely gorgeous. Well wedged.....when compared to a Nairobi street urchin. Sorted, in that I haven't been in court recently. Hopelessly optimistic, terminally disappointed. Good with cats and other fluffy things. No musical talent. Generous to a fault provided it's someone else's round. Political centreist with far right and left viewpoints. A green activist from the hydrocarbon position with nuclear leanings. Averse to avarice but always happy to receive lottery wins, gifts, windfalls, legacies, prizes and wet sloppy kisses.
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