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    A Girl in Every Port

    55 Comments by Peter Copley Published on 7th January 2021 12:16 PM
    Although I’m fairly new to this site, I can’t help noticing the many references to women of the world’s seaports. They may be innocent church-going local girls, however, I get the impression from some comments, like leaping out of windows, wearing nothing but their underpants, escaping from irate husbands or angry pimps, I guess the lads are referring to; women of the night, gangway Gerties or foreshore floozies.

    I’m not saying I have sampled the delights of the boulevards, bars, and brothels of the world’s seaports, but, sometimes if I can’t sleep at night, I try counting the women I’ve ‘known’ in my salad day when my testosterone was fizzing and popping.

    Er, well, er, there’s Angela in Archangelsk, Brunhilda in Bremerhaven, Big Carla in Cornerbrook, Donna from Detroit, Erica in El-Salvador, Freda from Fremantle, Gale from Green Bay... Long before I get to Yoko from Yokohama, I’ve fallen asleep.

    Big Carla from Cornerbrook Newfoundland took a fancy to me. She said I was ‘cute’ and was buying me drinks all night in the Royal Canadian Legion Club. Well, ‘Big Carla’ was a big girl, her forearms as big as my thighs. Her daytime job was a ‘lumberjill’ and she had a reputation for bump-starting tractors with flat batteries. After drinking with her all evening, I said, “Well, it’s been nice meeting you, Carla. I’m going back to my ship now.” She said, “Oh no you’re not, sonny-Jim. You are coming home with me. You either sleep with me or fight me.” Well, I tell you, lads, she was too big to fight.

    On a more serious note, I did have some lovely girlfriends that I can tell my wife and children about.

    There was Maureen in Bunbury WA, I fell for her hook line and sinker. Tall, blonde and beautiful, a typical Aussie girl. The first time I saw her she was playing netball. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. After the game, I chattered her up and asked her for a date. We were both too young to drink in the pubs but I did take her to the pictures and a coffee bar, playing records on the jukebox. I remember the warm balmy evenings spent with her, just walking and talking by the beach. No sex, not even a quick fumble, just two teenagers enjoying the warm ambiance of an Australian summer. We corresponded as pen-friends for about 6 years and her father offered to sponsor me to emigrate to Australia. After she became a policewoman in Perth I lost contact with her. In the early 1960s, Bunbury was a one-horse town with wooden sidewalks but I loved the town and the people there. I felt like I belonged there. I look at where Maureen used to live, Sterling Street, on Google maps and see her house has gone, replaced with commercial buildings. I’ve been told that Bunbury South of Fremantle is now a suburb of Perth.

    Another romance I had while I was at sea, was with a Japanese girl; Ayami Ichimaru. I met her one Sunday morning in Kobe Harbour, 1960. My oppo and I were returning to the ship, waiting for a boat to take us to the anchorage. Ayami was with a group of giggling schoolgirls taking photos of the ships and of us two. Ayami was 15 years old. I was 17. We exchanged addresses and we became penfriends for about 6 years. Then in 1967, I returned to Japan on a 12-month time charter to Nippon Yusen Tokyo, trading between Pacific ports and Japan. I contacted Ayami and we met up and became more than just friends. By this time Ayami, who worked for JAL at Osaka Airport, was a petit 21-year-old beauty. She used her position with the airline to get flights to meet up with me at various Japanese ports. I visited her home in Takarazuka and met her family. It’s a long story, a dichotomy really, between a gentle oriental girl and an equally pretty English girl. So, I had to choose, Ayami or my future wife, I chose the latter, therefore I had to end my romance with Ayami. I took her for a meal in Osaka to tell her its sayonara. I could have just gone home and left it at that, but I couldn’t do that. I have to say she was heartbroken and I left her in floods of tears. I put her in a taxi and that was the last I saw of her. I was quite upset myself leaving this exquisite oriental girl that I had been leading on, knowing in my own mind that I would not marry her. It is true what they say, that the beds of the orient are the softest. Anyway, I married Kathleen and we had four kids and we have been married for 53 years.

    Around 2010 I was staying in a hotel working away from home. I got a phone call from Kathleen saying I’d got a letter from Germany. From a guy called Gerd Ackermann. I asked her to read it over the phone. Gerd had been a penfriend of Ayami for many years, although he had never met her. Ayami’s friend, a girl who was with her in Kobe when we first met, now lives near Gerd in Germany, she had married a German seaman. In his letter, Gerd told me that Ayami had contracted Cystic Fibrosis and was not well at all. She told him that she once loved an English sailor and before she died, she would like to find him again, just to see how he was and about his family. Gerd went to the trouble of tracing me and my address. It took him quite a while. He asked if I would like to contact Ayami by email. I agreed and for about three years we exchanged emails every other week. Ayami reminded me of the times we spent together, about things, places and music I had forgotten about, very touching. She died of CF around 2013. I’ve still got the emails and I may write a play based on them one day. Ayami never did get married. Gerd and I are still penfriends.

    I’m not sure if this article will interest anyone, however, it may start a thread for anyone wanting to tell us of their long-lost lovers, nights of passion in the orient or, steamy sessions in the tropical forests of Brazil... Now that is a place for beautiful women.

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    Last edited by Doc Vernon; 7th January 2021 at 08:00 PM.

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    Met a girl in Cape Twon at the ships dance.
    Every Tuesday there was one held at the De Waal hotel organized by Ron Tarrant a first class bar man.

    Met a young lady who was shall I say 'generous'.
    We got on fine and I saw her consecutive voyages.

    She had arranged for me to meet her at the Adderly Street Railway Sation on voyage four.
    I got there and saw her standing with a man looking all around.
    Decided maybe later not now with him there.
    Went back next night but she was not there, then another young lady came and spoke to me.
    The man with her was her husband, he had found out she was 'putting it around' and was looking for me or any other guy who had seen her.

    Never did see her again.
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    Sane happened to me John honest but in Southampton, was seeing this lovely Lady , a Barmaid then, and we went out for some time, she even took me Home at times you know the rest!
    Anyway one day i had to meet her at the Bargate after her shift at the Pub, so there i was standing outside the Checkpoint when i see her approaching with a Gut by her side and holding hands! I made two and two into Eight mate and scarpered! Later on i also found out that the Guy her Hubby was after me as well. He was a brute of a Fella, and also Seaman, thats why she knew where he was at most times! Not this time though, Sprung!!! Eeeeek!
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    Now I know why you both ended up in Aus, farthest outpost you both could fine LoL
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    Des, there were times when running was far better that staying to find out and get the hell beaten out of you.

    There were a few guys from Southampton who went looking when home for 'friends' of the wife while he was away.
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    I went to Cornerbrook on a Shell tanker, didn't run into Big Carla!!.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Alan Briggs View Post
    I went to Cornerbrook on a Shell tanker, didn't run into Big Carla!!.
    I also went to Cornerbrook on a Shell tanker, there was something like 10 women for every man during the week and 12-1 at weekends. There was no need to go looking!

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