|Also known as
|Year of construction
|Year of renaming/broken up
|Service for Shell
1960 to 1975
|05/17/2014 - 10:52
I flew out with two other blokes to join the Valvata a Shell tanker as a fireman/greaser in Piney Point in August '71, the only bad ship I ever sailed on. I remember getting logged before I'd even signed on. That must be some record!
They said the ship was jinxed and after a few weeks I could understand why. Apparently a crew-member had died just before I joined so I wasn't off to a very good start.
|11/05/2012 - 09:51
re Richard Davies
|10/26/2012 - 12:54
Just wandering if anybody sailed with my father and mother Rodney and Christine Davies in 1972-74. Interested in hearing from people who have and keeping in touch.
|10/19/2012 - 00:23
Always remember the panic onboard prior arrival Brest -certain wifes joining and happen to be nurses. Last Port of call 'A la Campo'.
Valvata had lost her bilge keels and rolled like a pig all the way across the Atlantic. Always remeber the record player - only 2 albums - The Who and Focus - still play them today!
|11/15/2010 - 15:09
must have been an uneventful trip cant rember much to date. Any clues out there.
|12/06/2009 - 12:06
Valvata part 3. Yokohama Christmas 1965. We arrived a few days before Christmas with a cargo of gasoil to find that we had to discharge at 4 different installations
|11/22/2009 - 17:32
Valvata part 2. At the night club we had a floor side table. A part bottle of whiskey was produced with the colonel's name on it so he must be a regular. That bottle was polished off and a fresh one appeared. Floor show was very good with a belly dancer, conjourer and other acts. To eat we had a whole chicken with the bone filleted out. We left about 3am. We had to be up and out of the hotel at 8am to catch the 1030am flight to London. We came down stairs with match sticks between our eye lids to be greeted by our ship mates saying "Its alright for some we had to sit there nursing a beer all night".
There Shirley and I were that night at 6 pm sitting in our front room having been in a Bagdad night club at 3 in the morning. If anyone remembers this we would love to hear from you.
|11/22/2009 - 17:14
Valvata Part 1. My wife & I had many adventures on the Valvata 1965/66. The best one was when we left the ship at Khor al Amaya at the entrance to the Shatt al Arab river. Seven of us left the ship homeward bound. We had a two hour launch ride to Fao and then had to travel in two taxis across the desert to Basra. This was in February, belief it or not the desert was flooded - yes flooded. All you could see was a shimmer of water not a sign of sand anywhere except for the muddy tack that was supposed to be a road. We slithered and slewed our way for 6 hours with the taxi driver hoiking (spitting) out of the taxi window every 5 minutes. We arrived at Basra airport hotel at about 9 pm. It was a beautiful colonial style building no doubt destroyed by now.The next morning we flew to Bagdad and had to stay overnight for the following days flight to London. Coming out of Bagdad airport to the taxis Shirley suddenly starts shouting "It's Brian, it's Brian". Brian was a chap from our local pub, he was of our parents generation. He was in the Dam Buster Squadron as a rear gunner. We were very privilged to have known this man. It was great seeing him on TV in a repeat of the anniversary of the raid. It brings tears to my eyes talking about him. He says "what hotel are you staying in"." We said the Bagdad International"."So am I see you in the Bar".After checking in Shirley & I went to the bar Brian asks us what we would like to drink. I explained that we could't return his hospitality as we did't have any money this being the days before credit cards and no one ever has a sub in Iraq. No problem he says, I'm on expenses. We then went into lunch, Brian said his business contact would be joining us. An Iraqi Colonel turns up, he and Brian discuss their arrangements for the following day. Brian then turns to this Colonel and says "My friends & I would like to go to a night club tonight". I whisper to Brian that we hadn't got any money. Shut up he says. After our siesta we met up in the bar with our ship mates. We pooled our money to buy a round. If you take todays cost of a pint at ?2.50 a beer there it cost ?20. Brian appears and buys everyone a couple of rounds. Our Colonel turns up at 9 pm and whisks us off to this night club.
|06/18/2009 - 21:46
I joined the Valvata in Gothenburg in April 1969. It was the first time I had ever been abroad. We discharged half the cargo and sailed down to Malmo to off-load the rest. We then sailed to Venezuela and I remember getting sunburnt to a crisp.