THE SAHARA CAMPAIGN

DartSmohen

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Some of you, who were early SO members might have come across something that was referred to as "The Sahara Campaign".

This took place in the late summer of 1967 in Las Palmas.

The Avon River had been up on the slipway for a while and Hubbard wanted to make some major improvements. The wooden mizzen mast was removed. This was a very funny episode. We had Spanish artisans working on the ship and one of them was on top of the mast unbuckling some metal shackles. His mate was on the deck with a saw trying to cut the mast down. The guy up top started yelling at him and probably used some "industrial language" brcause the guy below furiously got to work with the saw. The guy up the mast began throwing tools at the guy below, who responded with greater effort to topple the mast. We were in helpless laughter at this until we realised that the mast could fall anywhere. :hysterical: :hysterical:

We wrestled the sawman away and allowed the guy up the mast to climb down, at which point, screaming (apparant) obscenities at the sawman, grabbed a hammer and began chasing him around the deck, down the gangway and off up through the yard.

About the same time Hubbard wanted the ship to be sandblasted down to bare metal. This took some weeks. We lived amid piles of gritty sand that got everywhere. It was VERY hot during the day and at night several of us simply slept among the sand. :omg:

Hubbard said he was going to commission a medal for those who had endured the event. It was to be in the shape of a camel, attached to a ribbon. :happydance: :clap:

The men doing the sandblasting were not particularly concerned at how they aimed the nozzles. If you got a blast on your leg or arm it really HURT. They took the entire hull and superstructure down to bare metal.

John , Chief Officer, was not too bothered where and when he "took a leak", especially at night. Rather than make his way down the long ladder and into the shower/toilet block he would simply relieve himself over the aft side. :no:

Hubbard, on conducting a tour of the freshly sandblasted ship noticed streaks of rust down the aft side. John, who was with him on the tour, was asked what he thought they may be. Talk about a MWH ! John, who looked exactly like Bluto from the Popeye comic series was a sight to behold. Several of us who knew what had been going on were "hanging around" listening. It was hysterical. John was trying to be blase about it, promising to investigate the matter and Hubbard looking directly at him asking if he was sure he had no idea how they got there. :duh: :thumbsup: :roflmao:

Several of us used to go out to the bars and nightclubs after 10;30 at night. When we stumbled back on board, you never who you might trip over sleeping in the deck among the mini dunes.

After the sandblasting was over we had to clean the ship. Hubbard called for a white glove inspection. Those who passed got a 24 hour liberty. Those who failed got to do extra work. It was clear that if Hubbard did not want you to have a liberty he would find some way of failing you.:grouch:

Bob Smith, who had started a relationship with the office girl from the boatyard office had the Bosun's locker to clean. Hubbard, having expressed his disapproval over the relationship (Bob and the girl actually got married) went to extraordinary lengths to try and find some way to fail him. Finally he found a pulley block that had a little dust deep inside the wheel. His face was beaming that his efforts had produced some dust on his glove. :nervous:

Virginia Downsborough was the cook. Her cleaning station was the galley. Virginia ordered Smokey Angel to clean her galley for her (as well as doing her own cleaning station). Hubbard came in and found a whole panel covered in grease. "Flunk" he said to Virginia. This was funny because Smokey passed her own inspection. Virginia could hardly say that she had ordered Smokey to do hers as well. :eyeroll:

The time spent in Las Palmas was one of the most exciting times I can remember. It was a tremendous time of personal development and experience. We were turning on all sorts of abilities, which, of course, was the real reason why the Sea Project was closed and the Sea Org formed.
 

Colleen K. Peltomaa

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I had an OTV (was the Parsons fella last lifetime, you know, of JPL fame) tell me that when Ron wasn't on the ship everything went to hell. Did you notice that?
 

Leon

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The time spent in Las Palmas was one of the most exciting times I can remember. It was a tremendous time of personal development and experience. We were turning on all sorts of abilities, which, of course, was the real reason why the Sea Project was closed and the Sea Org formed.


Well now. There's got to be some good stories here, Dart. I heard whispers about some of these "all sorts of abilities" and would certainly LOVE to hear more about them from you.

How about it?
 

DartSmohen

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I had an OTV (was the Parsons fella last lifetime, you know, of JPL fame) tell me that when Ron wasn't on the ship everything went to hell. Did you notice that?

On the contrary,

We all got along fine and worked toward our targets. It was only when Hubbard and his gang of arse-kissing syncopants got to meddle in matters that things became messy and unpleasant.

Which Parsons are you talking about? Webster-Parsons? She was a little lady in Treasury.

DS
 
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