I never realized the Apollo had a flat bottomed barge type hull !
That must have made it terribly unstable in the open sea. Was it?
I understand now why it only crossed the Atlantic once.
I'm not hip on what kind of bottom it had, but when we went to sea, every fooking SO member on that ship was on the upper deck, sick as dogs. There was only one FEBC student, and I, who stayed on course.
I couldn't believe that ppl who were charged with sailing "the world's biggest yacht, Ron's Home" couldn;t manage to stay on post at sea. It wasn't a rough sea, even.
I shared the Aft Lounge berthing with I dunno how many ppl. Maybe close to a hundred. We were stacked in there in tiers on boards, and we were issued one sheet. There was no locker. No place to keep your stuff.
That problem was settled for me rather quickly when my underwear and other articles of clothing was stolen by the little CMO girls.
I would have to shake out my sheet to get the cockroaches off of it, then I'd wrap up in it the best I could, like a mummy, to keep some of the vermin off of me. The noises during the night were pathetic and frightening.
One woman loudly fought BTs all night. Horrible horrible scene on the fooking Apollo.
The food wasn't all that bad. I don't eat much anyways, so the French bread and butter satisfied me. Quentin invited me to eat with him at his table, too. So I am not complaining about food. I am talking about absolute filth
There were SO members down in the Hold who were fail on hard TRs. They had been there for weeks, months. They were apathetic, almost catatonic. They cried hopelessly. Hubbard sent down a request to me to "get the bug off the TRs course", which I did in two days time. ( I got a commendation from LRH for that).
The Hold was full up with Spanish wine, which I was told was used for ballast. But I saw Mary Sue sitting dockside drinking from a bottle of it.
I walked into the FEBC classroom one morning and Howard Schube was demonstrating some poiint from an HCOB and he had a pushbroom that he was pushing around the floor in a circle. I looked around, and I saw that
everyone on that ship was batshit crazy, and I was the craziest one of them all because I was there. I began plotting how to get outta there post haste.
I was an utter fool to pay a Freeloader bill and go back on lines to get Tech trained. But I did.
Now I see that they have apparently cancelled my Class 8 cert, and busted me down to Class 5. Fuck 'em. Bunch of crazies.