Wednesday 13 April 1988, Port Stanley, Malvina House Hotel
Another day off – I join the Koei Maru tomorrow, a little sooner than expected – I hope I can cope.
Shopped and watched Mad Max 3 and a dreadful film called Spasmo – I only watched half of it, it was so bad.
Thursday 14 April 1988, Koei Maru 30
And so, after much deliberation, my second term begins. Oh what have I done to deserve this? At least I have some cereal and also my own stocks. My room now is too hot, but I shan’t complain. I wrote a very mizzy letter to Deb, I was mizzy – it is terrible watching the land get smaller and the night come on.
I learned many things today:
- KSJ (the fishing company) want an observer to go to Montevideo. This could be me, Crag or John.
- the long-lining will begin in June.
- This voyage should end in 4-5 weeks.
- the KM30 is due to come into Port Stanley or leave on 27 May.
I would love to go to Montevideo, but not at the expense of a holiday home – I just won’t do it. If I could do both – chance would be a fine thing – then it would be very exciting.
Friday 15 April 1988, Koei Maru 30
We are still within sight of land – yahoo – it makes such a difference to me to be able to see the distant islands and mountains, it makes me feel less remote. Jigging was very good last night and the crew are still up. Poor bastards, almost 36 hours of hard physical work without sleep.
Talking of sleep, I don’t seem to be able to stop. I drop off at the drop of a hat. It will take a few days and some discipline to get into the sleeping regime of the crew. I suppose the secret is to stay awake later and later each night. It don’t half make you feel lousy though.
Saturday 16 April 1988, Koei Maru 30
I am now waking up around 1.00pm – the sun is up and the sky is blue, but I think we have lost the land.
Each morning there are videos of Japanese T.V. very interesting. Their sense of humour is almost entirely slapstick. Dreadful overacting and tons of commercials, many with western actors. Incredibly sexist, all of it.
While it is still fresh in my mind, I must remember the two children playing snowballs and war in the garden of the Malvina Guest House. They were employing spanish accents and saying things like ‘you dirty eenglish piig’ (being baddies of course). Amazing, the effects of war.