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The Jungle London

This isn’t going to be a post that is in line with my usual posts, but I just need to share this with you all. Last week I watched The Jungle, a play set in the Calais Jungle telling the story of the creation and destruction of the Calais Jungle and the refugee communities who lived there, at the Playhouse in London and it was so powerful, I feel I need to share with everyone about it. The Jungle were kind enough to send me copies of their production photos, taken by Marc Brenner, to use within this post.

“The Jungle tells stories of loss, fear, community and hope, of the Calais refugee and migrant camp’s creation – and of its eventual destruction. Join the residents over freshly baked naan and sweet milky chai at the Afghan Café, and experience the intense, moving and uplifting encounters between refugees from many different countries and the volunteers who arrived from the UK.”

I first hear of the play while listening to The Guilty Feminist podcast, I’d listened to their episode with the writers and some of the actors of the show, which you can listen to here The Guilty Feminist Story and The Jungle Podcast , at the time of first listening to it I was interested, but unlikely to be in London any times to see it, but turns out I was going to London couple weeks later and booked straight away (since seeing the play I have listened to the podcast various times since).

For those who don’t know about this play, let me just give you a bit of background information about the show, and how it came around. The show’s writers Joe Murphy and Joe Robertson established the Good Chance theatre in 2015 in The Jungle, where they lived for 7 months, so there could be a space for people to express themselves through the arts, and since have expanded. The words “good chance” you here often throughout the play, a phrase used by the refugees in the Jungle when they thought it would be a good night to leave the Jungle and get to the UK. You can learn more about Good Chance Theatre by clicking here . The piece follows the lives of men, women and children living in the Calais Jungle, some British volunteers, but mostly Refugees from places including but not limited to Sudan, Afghanistan, Syria and Enitrea. It tells the story of what bought them all to The Jungle, how they got there and plan to get out, along with with the attitude of the French authorities towards the Jungle. Some of the actors are themselves refugees, and lived in The Jungle.

The first thing that hit me when I walked into the theatre to take my seat was the staging, the stalls had been removed with the stage almost on a traverse, the whole theatre was built to look like a Afghan Restaurant, that had been built in the jungle – a restaurant that was given a four star review in The Times. When I booked my tickets I didn’t choose my seat I just was given the best seat for the price range I had selected and therefore was unaware of the staging of the play, I was sat on the front row of the White Cliffs of Dover, which was what would usually be the dress circle so I was looking down onto this café, where before the show some of the actors were handing out cups of tea to audience members. A false ceiling had also been built in, continuing this allusion of being in the restaurant not a London theatre, this also played a part in the phenomenal lighting that was used throughout the performance.

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There is so much that I do want to say about this play, but I really don’t know how or where to start, I don’t want to write too much and make this more of a review or synopsis of the play but, I also don’t want to write too little and not give the show the justice it deserves. Saying that however, when I left the theatre that night I felt almost shell shocked and could not talk, I texted home to say that I was on way back to my Airbnb and will let them know when I was inside, and the only thing I could say at the time about the show was that I had no words.

“I have never seen anything so powerful and emotive as what The Jungle London was this evening. I have so much to say, and yet I am left with no words. Thank you to everyone involved.”

There were so many elements to this this show that struck so many emotional cords, of happiness, of devastation of anger, and everything in between. Although it is awful both that people need to flee their homes in the first place, and the treatment of refugees and the ordeal they go through to be safe, this is a story of hope, and community, people from all nations coming together, there’s a scene where the actors are all on stage performing for each other, celebrating almost, showing off dances, music, songs, martial arts and other art forms from their culture, and I think that is what makes it so much more powerful.

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Although this piece was an ensemble piece, no lead roles as such, there are a few characters and relationships that I’d like to commend and comment upon. The first is Safi, the speaker for the Syrian people and the narrator of the show, literature graduate in his home city of Aleppo, a self described story teller, Ammar Haj Ahmad portrayed this role in a way I can’t describe, being both interweaved throughout the characters’ lives, but also breaking the dialogue to talk directly to the audience. I would usual say breaking the fourth wall, but due to the nature and staging, The Jungle goes further than being immersive theatre, it is next level, and therefore no fourth wall to break.

Although there is a young girl as part of the cast, who heartbreakingly, and single handily portrays how children have been affected by this crisis as it’s been called, but there are two characters that stand out, especially in my mind, how the young lives have been affected. First we have Norullah, played by Mohammad Amiri, and second Okot played by John Pfumojena, who also composed the powerful music that accompanies the play. These young men, no boys, teens, separately tell different stories of the life a migrant lives, and together a story of racism, acceptance, community and brotherhood. There are only a few moments in the whole show where Norullah isn’t full of life, he’s excitable, hopeful, and in my eyes having an adventure, yes maybe not one he ever wanted part of, but was making the most of it, loud and positive, like what a teenaged boy should be.

Okot however was the complete other side, there’s a moment where Okot tells Beth, a young volunteer from England, that a refugee dies multiple times, in a powerful monologue that stunned the whole theatre into silence, about how he is dead, and his spirt broken, even though he was there standing in front of her. He tells of the pain and difficulty he had making his journey to Calais, a single voice, a darkened room, standing still in the middle of the stage, complete contrast to how Norullah had told of his journey, jumping around, acting it out getting excited and telling it as a great adventure, cleverly disguised as an English lesson. The boys meet and instantly become enemies, Norullah calling Okot ‘the black boy’, but through the performance they become brothers.

This message of how young lives are affected is made more relatable by the interjection of Sam, played by Alex Lawther, a posh British boy, similar age to Norullah and Norullah. His background holds a mirror up to our own lives things we may take for granted, at one point he mentions he may spend a night in a hotel, have a bath, watch Netflix. Things you and I probably take for granted, but are unavailable to those refugees, it’s against the law in France for a refugee to stay in a hotel.

Another thing that really opened my eyes during the play was the use of real news videos and photos,  things people have seen – there was a lot that the media did not show the world of The Jungle so unaware to what was really happening – and I fear with out these clips, the photo of the toddler on the beach, and new clips from the night of the Paris attacks, some audience members would not put the show into real terms, it’ll just be another story.

Having been working on a RoRo ferry going into France the morning after the Paris attacks, and being on a ship that had to leave port early in Italy due to a coastguard rescue boat coming in, and what I witnessed them days, along with the interest with human geography I thought I a grasp of what was going on in Calais, but I was so wrong. This play showed me there was so much I was blind to. Little things, like everyone having a phone and internet, media portrays refugees and countries from where they originate as underdeveloped and helpless, but that is the complete opposite, and this show shows that.

As said before there is so much I could write, if I could and had the time I would write about every character, every relationship dynamic, every moment of blocking, everyone’s story, every actor everyone behind the scene I would, but I can’t, so I’m going to start rounding off here. I’d like to again, thank everyone involved in the production, I really hope that you get the recognition deserved.

I urge everyone to go and see this show, it’s on till the 3rd of November, and 40% of tickets are £25 or under to make it accessible for as many people as possible. You can learn more about the show and buy tickets at The Jungle Play website. Please please please if you can go. I know I recommend shows to people a lot but this is THE MOST powerful theatre piece I have ever seen.

Again if you missed them throughout the post below is some links to check out if you want to find out more information.

All good things must come to an end – See You Later Windsurf

December – January

Caribbean season

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So that’s that, I’ve not long got home from the most amazing venture in my life. I am completely heartbroken to have said goodbye to Wind Surf, and once again extend my thanks to everyone on board, each one taught me something. I really did not want to leave, the crew, the ship, and the Caribbean as England is too cold. What’s that I hear you ask, what was it like spending 5 weeks in the Caribbean around Christmas? Well, I’ll tell you, hot.

We arrived at Philipsburg, St. Maaten at the start of December, having stopped off in St. John’s, Antigua to dispose of garbage, pick up some embarking crew, and such. I returned to being on 4-8 full time, however this time with 2/O Sebastian, however after my first week, Alistair disembarked, leaving me as the only deck cadet on board, so did work with each of the navigating officers, if and when required.

I know I mentioned in my post about the med that the days were repetitive, but that was nothing compared to the Caribbean, as we anchored most days, and our arrival and departures we’re mostly the same time each day, not to mention that we visited the same ports, either weekly or every other week. This meant I did find myself getting more tired then what I was in Europe, and lead a less adventurous life, but that does no way mean I wasn’t finding myself feeling amazing about my training.

During watches my 2/O took a step back and it became more like him shadowing me as to oppose to me shadowing him. He was very reassuring that he was there if I had any uncertainties, to ask away, but soon I’ll be qualified and need to be confident having the con, so good to have some practice with someone there. Throughout watches he’d also ask me question such as what action I think we should take when we sighted other vessels, reinforcing my rules of the road practically. Along with often leaving the pre-arrival/pre-departure checks down to me, though doesn’t seem like much, it worked wonders for me feeling confident about being a future officer.

With work being done on the sails infrastructure during wet and dry dock, and Sebastian’s duo-ticket, the maintenance we did on sails was different to what was done with Aline. My last few weeks on sails were spent concentrating on the workings of the system and trying to restore them to a near original condition.

During the Caribbean season I became more aware of other operations that happened around the vessel, each cruise the chief officer, invited me to host tables with him in the guest dining room, I had time and energy to attend the on Deck BBQs & Line Dancing, beach BBQs, I spent a lot of time at the Marina, and I also managed to watch the crew show. I even sang Christmas carols on Christmas eve to our guests, and spent my New Year’s Eve interacting with guests in the Compass Rose bar.

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By this time this had come around I was very used to interacting with guests, giving them tours of the bridge, answering any questions, but hosting tables was something different, every time I felt terrified (normally only for the first 10 minutes or so), I really didn’t want to say the wrong with, or worse spill food on my formal whites! Luckily, I got on very well with my chief officer, so my mind was put at rest, and it was very easy to continue a conversation. I genuinely think working with him helped me grow a lot on board, hearing “Lee, you are the best,” (Lee was his name for me, don’t ask I’m not entirely sure why either) multiple times a day was great, I must say.

My first holiday season at sea was one that I won’t forget definitely! As you probably all know I’m not the biggest party animal in the world, which meant I was dreading the Christmas Eve party, instead I spent my evening with some my closest friend I had made listening to musical and having a good laugh in my cabin. Christmas Eve also consisted of buy Christmas crackers, lots of candy, and somehow Waitrose products in Antigua.

Christmas day was definitely one that I don’t think I’ll experience again, due to the fact we spent the day at sea traveling north west, we had the perfect wind for sailing, meaning we turned the engines off around 10am and didn’t turn them on till about 10pm, this was wonderful for me, as my cabin was above the PMs, it was completely silent, ergo I woke up for morning and evening wake, to exchange secret Santa present on the bridge, and have the traditional Christmas burrito lunch, and slept pretty much the rest of the day.

We sailed into the New Year also, but I was not in bed at midnight to make the most of the silent engines. Every New Year people in my village in North West England go for a swim in the sea, this year I decided to uphold this tradition, although I was in Antigua. Though this wasn’t anything out the ordinary as I spent spent the time at the marina, most days swimming, and using the water trampoline, but I also discovered in Roseau, Dominica that I am ace at Stand Up Paddle Boarding, however not that great at doing flips anymore.

I am aware that there is so so so much more things I can write about, but if I wrote everything I wanted to, a) this would be thousands of words long, and b) I need to keep something back so I can have stories to tell that no one has heard before, so I’ve tried to keep it short and sweet.

I really want to say thank you again to everyone on board, I am very luck to have sailed with Captain Gerard and his wonderful team. Everybody on board taught me something, and I have made some fantastic friends that I hope I do stay in contact with. I feel completely privileged to work with who I have, if I mention one person I’d have to mention everyone, or at least 95% of the crew. When I said I didn’t want to leave I was completely telling the truth. I’m currently sat at home, feeling homesick (for probably the first time ever) for the ship I called home for the past four months, and the people I’ve called family. A wise woman did tell me though, “It’s never goodbye, just see you later.”

I can’t think of a creative name for my post about Dry and Wet Dock.

Dry & Wet Dock / Atlantic Crossing

November – December

Man, I regret hoping for a more eventful dry dock in my last post! Every day was busy, I was tired, I ended up very sweaty every day, I got stressed, I loved it, maybe not at the time (or at least most of the time), but looking back I know I enjoyed  the work, and I really appreciate the responsibilities that I was given. Though next time I’m not wearing a radio every day, I won’t make myself as easily available for jobs. The idea of day work also threw my body a bit, after weeks of f4 and 8s, working from 0730 through to 2015, with lunch & dinner breaks did take a few days to get used to. I’m not really sure what to write about dry dock, yes I was busy every day, but most days it was the same thing.

My main role during dry dock, and partially during wet dock was ‘Fire Guard Cadet’ along with GSM Anthony ‘Fire Guard Supervisor’, we assigned pairs, originally known as fire guards but later Fireflies, to a hot work, and check on them throughout the day, refilled their bottles if needed, etc. Each day we must have walked miles just making rounds of the ship. Some days there were more hot work locations then teams, which meant I stepped up to the role of fire guard.

The best days in Dry dock were the days that I was allowed to go into the dock itself. The first I tagged along with 2/O Aline within a few days of arriving, second with most of the crew, mid-way through the two weeks, and finally a couple of days before we left, I was tasked on supervising a contractor doing some work on the echo sounder anodes. It was really seeing how the ship looked during the whole time, before and after, in comparison to embarking late in to dry dock like on Commodore Goodwill.

Other tasks I was involved in during the two weeks included assisting in the preparation of Permits to Work, being first response for fire alarms, working with the ETO, being outside of tank entries in case of emergency and continuing maintenance of firefighting equipment, and sail system.

Every couple of nights we did make sure we had a break from long, loud days and had what became known as ‘family night’, which sometimes meant going for a meal, or to the nearby super store (which sold Irn-Bru), but mostly consisted of getting a take away and watching an animated film, usually Disney or penguin related.

Wet dock was a complete different work schedule, paired with the constant clock changes (retarding an hour every few days), my body clock did feel a wee bit out of whack. During our two weeks crossing I was on watch on the bridge between 0400 and 0800, though I prepped the days permits to work, so often didn’t leave the bridge till 0830ish, then 0845-0900 I would join the sailors in working around the ship, finishing just after 1500 each day. The reason for this was that both the other deck cadet, Alistair, and I could both do a navigational watch in which the sun was rising or setting, in order to practice our celestial navigation, along with completely practical maintenance tasks.

Each morning I would estimate a position for civil twilight (basically when you can see the horizon and stars) that day position using a previous and distance = speed x times. I would then find an estimation of where in the sky recognisable stars would be at that time. When said time comes around I’d use a sextant and azimuth ring to find the bearing and amplitude of the stars, of which I used to plot the ships position on the chart.

My first few days I was completely useless, my 2/O, Aline, had to guide me step by step through the whole procedure, and to begin with even shoot the stars for me. My first position told me we were 90 miles from our actual position, though I was reassure by the fact that there was over 3000nm to our destination, if we were only 90 miles out we’d get to the Caribbean alright. As I became more practiced Aline gave me more and more independence, checking how I was doing between steps, double checking my shots, reminding me of little things I may have forgotten, and there were a few times that I missed a step, did something in the wrong order, or simply read the wrong date and had to start the calculations all again. However, by the end of the crossing I was left to do the whole thing alone, by this time I had also got a lot quicker and accurate at doing.

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During the day I partook in tasks such as wash downs of the ship, making sure things were back in shape for arrival in St. Maarten, repairing and pressure testing fire hoses, working with the Carpenters, and continuing the general upkeep and maintenance of LSA, Lifeboats and Tenders, the sail system.

Again during the time it seemed like lot of work, and some days were quite stressful, but looking back it was a fantastic to be fully involved in.

 

H2Only Challenge

Hey Guys!

Sorry it’s been a while, been busy what with exam prep, level 2 power boating courses, trips to Portsmouth to see a friend, and Southampton to see the new Avengers movie, and such.

Other then that I just wanted to give you a heads up that I will be participating in the RNLI’s H2Only challenge between 2nd June and 12th. This challenge is spending 10 days drink only water, and as someone who likes her costa coffee and squash, it may prove slightly difficult.

To learn more about the challenge, or to sign up yourself visit the H2Only webpage. You can sponsor me at my Just Giving Page. I already kicked off the sponsoring by donating the amount of money I would usually spend in 10 days on coffee/pop/drink.

Happy Thursday All xxxx

Leaving Party

So last night I had my leaving party, and I had a fantastic night surrounded by the people I loved most, I had a few people say that they were unable to make it, but they were there in spirit.

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Caroline organised the majority of the party, and we played ‘Pin the Elle on the Boat’, and she also wrote a quiz mainly about me, and geography. 10941213_10204869936881369_6539830867915584896_n10941381_10206213216428441_3559596052904060479_n

 

She also had the most wonderful present idea. She asked all my friends and family to write good luck messages and memories we’ve had on pieces of paper, fold them up and place them in an amazing little world map printed suitcase. That way when I’m feeling lonely or home sick, or anytime I can have a little read. Also, as one my main loves are maps I had a good luck map, instead of a good luck card, where people could write messages or memories. Karen, especially, had much fun with finding the musical reference on the map, Kansas – Wizard of Oz, South Pacific – South Pacific, “cool like Lion King” with an arrow to Uganda – Book Of Mormon, for example. I even got a message of a random person I didn’t know who was just in the pub which was nice.  10378272_10204869891800242_4936580671691238107_n10917123_10204869889720190_8251844847517906275_n

 

My favorite part of the night was when my CAST family sang songs from all the shows I’ve been in (Summer Holiday, High School Musical, Seussical the Musical, Guys and Dolls, and Avenue Q) with them in (and one that I saw them before I joined – Little Shop Of Horrors).  After this set I was presented with a awesome cake, with the CAST family portrait printed on to it, I was so shocked and to stop myself crying (in a good way), which I usually do tbh, my reaction was;

“Can I eat my face?”

To which everyone laughed.

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In conclusion, I had a fantastic night, with people I love so much,and I thank them all so much for making my last night in town so memorable. Thank you guys! Love you all ❤