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Ezra stands astride the bridge of the oil tanker Hugli Spirit. Registered in the Bahamas, she was built 2005 in the Hyundai shipyard of Mipo Bay in Ulsan, South Korea.

She has a rugged charm, at 183 metres long and 33 metres wide with over 46,889 deadweight tonnes.

Unfortunately, some rather silly occupational health and safety rules prevented young Ezra from taking her out for a bit of a spin. Yes, it's political correctness gone mad!
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smudgeon said…
Somebody call Anna Coren!
6 January 2012 at 22:30
Ed & Jeanne said…
You're so far away that I enjoy your pictures of your surroundings. Someday I'll get over that way but after visiting 48 countries I still haven't made it...
7 January 2012 at 04:35
Roddy said…
The only drawback Ez would have had was that he would have required a full marine crew, who were otherwise busy supplying Hobarty with their ration of petrol, diesel and aviation fuel.
And the fact that he needs to attain the age of eighteen years and have at least six months of sea time to endeavour to sail said vessel around the harbour.
Other than that, the oyster is his world.
7 January 2012 at 20:35
Sue said…
Oh, Roddy...details, details, details......!!!!!
8 January 2012 at 15:36
Roddy said…
Sue, details are what make the world stick.
With apologies to Kris for taking up blog space.
8 January 2012 at 20:12
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