…While writing the stories based on the photos, all sorts of moments also surface that I feel need to be told, anecdotes or, in other words: tall tales, like this one..
Just after boarding the ‘Utrecht’, an oiler taught me how to clean an oil filter and emphasized that I had to do it every watch.
That wasn’t all that difficult: transfer it, bleed it, open the dirty one, clean it, drain it, put it back in, and bleed it again.
Back then, I was still lazy and thought I could skip a shift, cut corners.
Unfortunately, I had to get out of my bunk and do the filter after all.
Discipline, I still had to learn it, and it has never happened to me again.
Mooi verhaal.