Bogumil Pacak-Gamalski
(Polish language version in the last section)
My last Journey Of Memory, last major saying ‘goodbye’, au revoir. Trails of past 50 years. Perhaps the most poignant – big part of my daily life since 1994: BC Ferries ships and Terminals.
Some of the ships are gone having served hundreds of thousands passengers, as the old, venerable V-class vessels: ‘Victoria’, ‘Vancouver’, ‘Saanich’ and ‘Esquimalt’; the Queen of ‘Burnaby’, ‘Nanaimo’ and ‘New Westminster’ were the C-class[i]. Next ones came the workhorses of the entire fleet: ‘Spirit of BC’ and ‘Spirit of Vancouver Island’ where I spent most of my career. These large ships were also built in British Columbia and given the Class-S specification. Both of them went in 2017 to Poland to undergo a major half-life refit and an addition of liquefied natural gas propulsion alongside the traditional heavy oil.
It is important to notice that all these ships were build by Vancouver, Victoria and Esquimalt shipyards. The shipyards are now long gone memory, thanks to misguided policies of all past governments both provincial and federal and (not to be forgotten) thanks to a new USA import – new President of the BC Ferries, Mr. David Hahn, who forbade the corporation to order new ferries from Canadian shipyards – he is gone now and not missed.
The next major purchases were the three large Coastal Class ferries built in Germany in 2008: ‘Renaissance’, ‘Celebration’ and ‘Inspiration’. Not my favored ones from the point of view of catering operations due to the ships convoluted internal design of lounges and catering services – but otherwise good and sturdy large vessels.
The last major purchases were the modern ferries build in Poland: these four smaller ships (‘Raven’, ‘Orca’, ‘Heron’ and ‘Eagle) have surprisingly large capacity of nearly 600 passengers. They were given Salish/Class designation. They were built in 2016.
There are still many smaller ferries operating on many other small routes to numerous islands, and one large sailing all the way from Port Hardy to Prince Rupert with connection to Haida Gwaii – but that is another long story for other time.
Monday on the 22nd of June I went back to the ships, to the Terminal in Tsawwassen, to the place I spent a big part of my life. The first surprise was the ticket Agent, who sold me the voyage. I have heard that almost no one from ‘my times’ is still working. Well, the agent looked at me and said: Bogumil?! How nice to see you again! Speaking of anonymity, LOL. I didn’t want to go the regular way with the passengers, but to be with the crew, at the dock. Right by the luggage rack I met a Van Driver from the ship – of course I worked with him years ago and we laugh about me ‘coming back to work’, LOL. Then I went to spent a silent moment to the bench and cement block filled with soil and some green living arrangement – our memorial to a dear friend and steward from many, many years ago, who suddenly passed away, too young and before his time. My John was particularly close and fond of him and we did many outings together to Downtown Vancouver for some fun time.
Back at the birth good laughs and jokes with the Chief Steward, Chief Cook, some deckhands and officers of the ship with whom I did worked. Speaking of anonymity again, LOL. And some of ‘my children’, as I called my crew on my last summer with BC Ferries.
Of course, there were people .whom I did not know and who did not know me. Including – out of all of the crew, LOL – the Captain of the ship. Although I must say that it wouldn’t have happened back in the ol’ days. At that time (especially in the early years) most crew advanced their career while working onboard from the lowest position: from the deckhand to the captain, from catering attendant to the chief steward, from 3rd engineer to the chief engineer. But it was very long time ago and things were changing gradually over the years, probably for the best in many cases.
Walking through the ship, visiting the ‘command centers’ of the enterprise – Main Galley (that means kitchen – for you poor civilians, LOL), Chief Steward Office (that brought a lot of memories, LOL) which is not, as many travelers probably think, simply a Tourist Information Booth (although it is that, too) but a very busy place – a main office of a very large and expensive enterprise. It always amazed me how two or mostly three people (if you include the Chief Cook, who is part of the structure – that would be four people, but Chief Cocks don’t have time to spent too much time in the office, their ‘office’ is the Main Galley) manage to replace easily five or six clerks, accountants, office managers that usually would do the job in buildings on land. But I will not expand on that subject… LOL.
The last one was very pleasant visit with an old friend on the Bridge, the Chief Officer on this watch. My God! I remember him as a very young boy, who just started on the Ferries, straight from school. Now he is second in command and from what I have heard (and know myself) a very able and good Chief Officer. I used to work for many years with his father – a retired now, long time Captain of the ships; worked with his sister. Jimmy (the Chief Officer) seem to be very capable officer of the ship. Good job Jimmy, keep her and the course steady-as-she-goes. I am sure your father is very proud of you. The bridge look-out was familiar face, too. The Bridge and the navigational and command consoles looked the same. The chairs felt familiar, too. LOL.
When we were leaving the birth in Tsawwassen I wanted to be alone on the outer deck to see the maneuvers of leaving dock. Always liked to observe it, did the same while we were docking at the Duke Point Terminal near Nanaimo, on Vancouver Island. Nothing special, eh? Really? Anyone, who says it is an idiot without any knowledge. The births s are very narrow and squeezed between other births, often with other large ferries leaving or coming at the same time. It is an art sometimes, especially in bad weather. It amazed me many times, and not many things amaze me that easily …
Goodbye my ferries and those, who run them. Very special bunch of people.
Specjalny dzień moich kolejnych pożegnań. Nie byłem pewny, czy chciałem to zrobić, bo to powrót do bardzo długich lat służby na statkach na których spędziłem ćwierć wieku, statkach na których pływałem i pracowałem razem z Johnem. Statkach, gdy koleżanki z pracy żegnały mojego Johna w sposób szczególny, gdy powiadomiłem ich z Nowej Szkocji, że odszedł od nas. Statek zwolnił ruch, prawie się zatrzymał, Chief Steward i Second Steward rzucili do wody przed wejściem do Active Pass wiązanki pożegnalnych kwiatów. /…/ Teraz ja pojechałem na jeden z tych dużych statków pożegnać się z tym światem morza i statków.
Uprzedzano mnie, że mało kogo poznam, że załogi się bardzo wymieniły i większość nowych ludzi teraz tam pracuje. Ale już kupując bilet na przejazd do terminalu Duke Point sprzedający agent rozpoznał mnie natychmiast; drugą spotkaną osobą był kierowca pojazdu odwożącego bagaże pasażerów na statek. Potem powitania za znajomymi stewardami, oficerami. Niewiele się zmienili. Może zmarszczka lub dwie więcej. Nie wchodziłem drogą pasażerów ale razem z załogą. Jak kiedyś. Uściski, trochę żartów. Przepraszałem, że zapomniałem założyć mundur, LOL.
Zanim weszliśmy na statek, zrobiłem krótki spacer na ostatnie, specjalne pożegnanie. Na końcu nadbrzeża, tam gdzie na ogół ‘parkują’ największe statki czyli ‘Spirit of British Columbia’ i ‘Spirit of Vancouver Island jest specjalna ławka i cementowa ‘donica’ upamiętniająca innego drogiego kolegę, który przez wiele pierwszych lat był moim stewardem. I bardzo bliskim przyjacielem mojego męża. Często razem jeździliśmy w dni wolne do centrum Vancouveru odwiedzając kluby gejowskie. Barry nagle i niespodziewanie zmarł na atak serca. Przeżyliśmy to bardzo, zwłaszcza mój John. Potem uczestniczyłem w rozsypaniu jego prochów ze skrzydła głównego pokładu samochodowego do wód portowych. Dostał zasłużenie prawdziwy morski pogrzeb. Więc byłem tam znowu, po raz ostatni z nim się pożegnać. Zasłużył na naszą wdzięczną pamięć.
Potem już na statku łaziłem po zewnętrznym pokładzie, po różnych kabinach, salach dla pasażerów, po wszystkich pomieszczeniach cateringu – cafeteria, sklep pamiątkarski, galley (kuchnia), biuro stewardów, gdzie tyle lat pracowałem. Poszedłem na mostek kapitański porozmawiać z 1szym Oficerem, który dowodził mostkiem i nawigacją. Zaraz posadził mnie na swoim fotelu przed tą masą radarów i czujników elektronicznych. Panel (panele w zasadzie, bo taki mostek wygląda dla niewprawnego oka prawie jak urządzenia na statku kosmicznym, LOL), który tak dobrze znałem. Cieszyło mnie, jak dobrze sobie radzi na tym mostku. A pamiętałem go jeszcze świetnie, gdy zaczynał pracę, jako bardzo młody i ledwie opierzony marynarz. Pracowała tam wówczas z nami też jego siostra, przemiła dziewczyna. Jak lata się zmieniają. Kiedy ten obecny oficer był chłopczykiem w ‘krótkich spodenkach’ … pracowałem z jego ojcem, wieloletnim kapitanem na naszych statkach.
Generalnie byłem zaskoczony ile jeszcze osób z załogi pamiętało mnie i pracowało przez szereg lat ze mną. Ale były oczywiście już też nowe twarze. Mineło już blisko dziesięć lat, gdy zszedłem ze statku.
Pewnie jeszcze przed wyjazdem, gdzieś na jednym ze statków popłynę, ale to była specjalna podróż bez schodzenia ze statku. W zasadzie nie czułem się nawet pasażerem, a po prostu jednym z załogi.
[i] Queens of Burnaby and Nanaimo were often referred to as ‘Burnaby-class’ – but for all practical reasons they were V class.
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