Oh, I know, but last time I checked it was 55. Then I turned away, next time I looked, 70!

To revisit he many places I visited when on the ships but the possibilites of this happening are getting less each year. The thought of going back to the land of my birth is very appealing but the logistics not acceptable. The airport security and line ups and then on a flight for over seven hours crammed into a space a child would fit is not for me. I would think it better instead of serving a meal they gave you a pill and woke you up just prior to arrival refeshed and relaxed.
Alas I think my days of travelling are over and the TV documentaries will be the closest I get.

Time is like gravity - The further you fall the faster it gets. :bounce_angel:

You don't look a day over 60.

I agree E-S. AT 87 he'd be certain to lose his grip on the hippo.

I hear that a lot about my age,however I still have the old age pains.

Putting the 'Bucket List' thing in reverse so to speak, one of the things I would have liked to have seen that has happened during my life time is a Saturn V lifting off for the Moon.

I've seen it on TV and the like, but the real thing must have been something to behold … :shock:

Reverse bucket list?

All the things I should have done but didn't and all the things that I should not have done but did - Therein lies a bad bout of depression. :cloud:

Keep going and don't even think about stopping John. I asked my Dad once how long he wanted to live. He replied that he would give up when there weren't any more people left for him to annoy. He missed his 92nd by two weeks. I put that down to him being born prematurely, anyway!:jester:

I don't do depression, :sweat: ... there'll be about sixty trillion years (Universe suffers heat death) of time for that after I'm gone. (Give or take a month.) :big_tongue:

I should get any depression you want done now. To avoid possible disappointment.

In 1960, trudging back to Liverpool from Brownsville, Texas (now there's a place) on Brocks 'Marwarri' at night, saw a rocket test launch from Cape Canaveral. I think it was a Jupiter ICBM. Recall watching the first stage burn up. It landed somewhere in South Atlantic.

Going back wont work in many instances, in the 50s we loaded iron ore on one of Harrison's of London in Conakry on the West African coast, tied up to trees and had to shift ship up and down a small pier, looked it up on Google Earth, now the biggest iron ore port in Africa; I wouldn't recognize the place. Same for many of the old places, can't even have a drink in Ma Gleeson's in Auckland or Duckies in Dunedin. And god knows what has happened in my old stamping ground the Bunch of C's in Sussex St in Sydney.
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Was in Conakry in 1971 or 1972. They had the snow ploughs and BIG bulldozers gifted from the Soviets still on the quay. Guess the snow ploughs were a mistake. Stokely Carmichael and Miriam Makeba were there 'living in exile'.

Also I remember there was a strange procedure when getting the pilot at the anchorage. I'm sure some EDs or Palm Line guys will know - or it could be my aged brain playing tricks.
Strange to think of Conakry being a major port.

Hi Dave that is what I thought when I saw it on Google Earth. Don't know if they are still there but a bloke took us to see two old huts with shackles still on the wall, he told us that was where the slaves were kept before heading for the Indies.
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