| When sailing to Singapore from the
Philippines we jogged a
little south to cross the equator and on October 19th 1975, most the crew whom were pollywogs,
became shell backs (myself included). Singapore still had Boogie Street which was a
sailor type of place in an otherwise clean, strict and conservative
city. I remember bicycle driven rickshaw races between bars. A semi
permanent BBQ (Complements of the USS Midway) set up ashore at the
liberty launch site. Being taken to a private type residence by a
cabbie for a cucumber show involving two older women. (I ended up
declining the show because I was running out of money and I was going
through nicotine withdrawal and would rather go and get a pack of
cigarettes) Cabbies who wouldn't turn their meters on (I can turn my
meter on and take you a round about way, you wouldn't know the
difference and it would cost you more) Being restricted to the ship for
the last part of our stay because of something I contracted in the Philippines.
(In the line of duty the medical record showed) |
