Back by popular demand!
I didn't really want to do another work thread because there's probably nothing new... but I will be taking a few pics on this work trip and maybe something interesting will happen. I'll use this thread to dump any work stuff in to save polluting other people's picture threads and I'll try to cover new ground so it doesn't get too boring.
After eight months with the family it was more than time to get away again and I've taken the offer of a trip back to northern Norway. Thanks to Putin there's a lot of work around at the moment as the Norwegians scramble to replace Russia's gas supply. The development of big gas fields in the Barents Sea has been accelerated which is great for greedy freelancers who would like to retire as soon as possible. All the usual work is still there as well so another 15 years or so should do the job...
Anyway, first my goodbyes. I'm already missing this little thing.
I left home in Korat at 18:30 Monday for a night flight with Emirates. It was 37 degrees when I left... that heat already a distant memory. After taking off from Swampy I passed though Dubai, then Oslo...
As I then headed north it became progressively Wintery and cold... it's supposed to be the Spring, FFS.
From Oslo it was almost a two hour flight to Tromsø. Norway is a very long country.
I resisted the urge to buy a reindeer skin (I've already got one somewhere, to be honest).
But as well as bumping into one of our Filipina stewardesses, I also met up with an old mate at Tromsø. He persuaded me to have a pint and I didn't really want it after a day and a half in transit and being completely buggered. But what can ya do? He was buying as well, and at 12 quid a pint it would have been rude not to.
And then on to Hammerfest... where it was snowing.
My cold weather clothing was of course packed in my hold bag... which thankfully arrived so that I could dig out a fleece to wear over my short-sleeved floral Summer shirt!
I arrived at my Hammerfest hotel at 23:30 CET Tuesday, by my calculations 34 hours after I left Korat. I had also gone from 37 degrees to bladdy freezing.
We were picked up at 05:15 the next morning to be taken to the boat, which didn't make me all that happy.
And to the boat. I should have maybe called this thread 'Same shit, same ship' because I've returned to the same vessel I've spent a lot of time on over the past three years. But maybe next trip will be a different one.
It's nice to return to a familiar vessel with familiar faces. In times such as this I could earn better money on the spot market working on shitty boats in shitty places, but now I prefer regular work on a nice vessel with a nice company. I've known some of the guys in this company for over 30 years and it's good to return.
We were taken to the vessel at such a ridiculously early time so that handovers could be done and off-signing crew could get home on the same day. There are limited flights out of Hammerfest and even just getting back to the UK takes all day.
One of great bonuses of Brexit is that all Brits have to be taken to the police station before sailing, to clear immigration out of Schengen. Yes, not only do we now get to wait for over an hour in the 'All Passports' queue at Oslo while all the Europeans stream on through the automated gates past us, we also get to queue up at the local Norwegian police stations before and after working offshore to receive yet more stamps in the passport. Each work trip now fills a page of the passport with Schengen in/out visa stamps, a half page of Thai stamps and not to mention all the annual stamps and re-entry permits associated with visa extensions. Is it any wonder I seem to spend half of my life doing passport renewal trips? But, with all the advantages of Brexit I feel this is a small price to pay.
By the time we got to the police station mid-morning, after the handovers and after the off-signing crew had left, Hammerfest had cheered up a bit. I believe that all those fence things on the mountainside are to stop avalanches swamping the houses.
And that's it really. We're currently busy surveying new pipeline/power cable routes into the refinery at Melkøya, a small island just off Hammerfest. Because we are so far north and at least 1200km from the existing network of pipelines (to shore in Norway, UK and Europe) further south, oil and gas from offshore in this part of the world in carried by pipeline into the refinery here, and then carried by tanker elsewhere.
It's scenic for sure, but too cold for me. I want to be paid for every day I spend in Norway... this is no fun for me.
Part of the work scope here is to identify potential mines from WW2... laid by the usual suspects, Germany and Russia. The northern cape has always been a very strategic part of the world... and never more so than now, I guess.
I've now been onboard for four days and it's good to be away from the Leo and Ya Dong. My gym stuff was still in a bag on the boat so I'm back on the horse...
And today I had my first batch of laundry back... duly washed and folded by our stewardess, and left outside my cabin. This included the underwear I wore for 34 hours between Korat and Hammerfest... poor girl. I think there may be a case to just treat such underwear as disposable and stick it on expenses.
Oh, my cabin... not the greatest but the top bunk is vacant and at least I don't have to share.
So... same old, same old. I find it amazing how quickly I settle back into a completely different life from Korat, even after eight months at home... but I guess this life is just as familiar. One thing I've already noticed this trip after only four days onboard is that my ring-piece is red raw having to use toilet paper. I really miss the bum guns when I'm away from Asia and if ever I move back to the Western world I'll definitely be bringing a few with me.
But it's not all bad, look at these babies...