From the bunker barge being all fast alongside it took nearly 6 hours for the first of the precious diesel to gurgle into the AKPO’s tanks. This is no critique or caustic observation, but it is most certainly a very long time! When however, you consider that the operation was never properly procedure-ised (is that a word?) and that as a high risk event it was risk assessed at meetings consisting of up to seven different nationalities speaking a common language in seven different variations, it’s not a bad result. Also considering that at these meetings a topic can start as being blue and come out grey, and that grey result is communicated to the ‘hands on’ lot and is received as yellow and finally implimented as a raucous pink, we had a decent outcome.
Diesel is around $1300 a tonne at the moment, they’re loading just shy of 6000 tonnes. Ouch, wouldn’t want to be liable for that little lot. Not this month anyway, hahahaha.
All is well here in camp Total, being predominantly French of couse, the chaps here are all a bit cheesed off with their soccer team’s dire performance against the in-form orange cloggy brigade. Not one to put the boot in when a chap’s down, I’ve openly renewed my clingy acqaintance with Jan the Dutchman and taken to wrapping myself in a giant Netherlands flag. Goodness me it feels good. Actually, being English and therefore always associated with sporting disaster and dis-appointment, it feels ….unique.
The weather for next week and the planned sailaway looks a bit hit and miss but I’m hopeful the Lord of sailors will take pity on us all and provide fair winds and fluffy clouds. Then all we have to do is convince the towage contractor manager that his precious tuggywugs are capable of gwetting the brute out of harbour in one piece and we’re on to a winner. Fingers crossed then.