TL; DR version: it was an experience– one that was far more elegant than I could have ever imagined, and just as remarkable as I was hoping.
Here’s how I did it– sailing through the South China Sea from Malaysia to Hong Kong aboard the CMA CGM Amerigo Vespucci– and how you can, too.
While freight ships are (naturally) generally for transporting freight, a variety of shipping companies now offer passenger travel, too.
About 90%of international trade— we’re talking trillions of dollars’ worth of items– is carried by ship. Several of the world’s biggest shipping business– like France-based CMA CGM— likewise offer passenger travel aboard their vessels.
A number of specialized travel companies set up trips on cargo ships. Among the best is the one I utilized, New Zealand-based Truck Travel.
Googling how normal people can take a trip on a freight ship, my searches led me to Truck Travel Founded in 1993, a genuine selling point is the business does not do package trips– you contact us, and then they deal with you to produce the travel plan of your dreams, or a minimum of one that works within your limits for where you ‘d like to go, for the length of time, and your spending plan. Costs can range from a few hundred dollars for a short voyage to tens of thousands for a months-long, around-the-world journey of a lifetime.
Not knowing what to anticipate, I telephoned cofounder Hamish Jamieson I needn’t have actually been nervous: he was exceptionally friendly, and easy to work with– and had simply the best idea for somebody who ‘d never ever been at sea before but wanted to go somewhere with warm weather condition and a friendly team.
My journey started southwest of Kuala Lumpur in Port Klang, Malaysia. The destination: Hong Kong.
Our journey– or a minimum of the portion for which I was to be on board– was approximated to take about 8 days. The route was supposed to take us through the Strait of Malacca in between Malaysia and Indonesia, around Singapore, and north through the South China Sea off the coast of Vietnam, prior to getting in Chinese territorial waters and getting here in Hong Kong.
The ship I was to sail aboard was the CMA CGM Amerigo Vespucci. At about 1,200 feet long, it’s bigger than an aircraft carrier.
Built in 2010, “big” just barely describes the Amerigo Vespucci Called for the Italian explorer, the 1,199- foot vessel can hold a mind-blowing 13,83020- foot shipping containers on board.
As big as the ship was, I was told there were only 34 crew members aboard.
Much of the ship’s functions were automated, I was told, lowering the requirement for great deals of crew members. The crew was mostly from France and the Philippines; most were computer system scientists and/or engineers, and numerous had actually advanced university degrees, together with many years of cruising experience.
Including myself, there were only three guests– and each people had an entire cabin to ourselves. Both Sidney and Theresa were a number of years older than me, and each had actually come aboard the Amerigo Vespucci when it began its path in France– the ship typically takes a trip from France, through the Mediterranean and Egypt’s Suez Canal, throughout the Indian Ocean and up the South China Sea to Hong Kong and after that Shanghai, before reversing to make the exact same journey in the opposite direction.
Prior to I could go to my cabin, I participated in a security briefing, that included things like how to place on an unique fit if the ship were sinking.
Having never ever been at sea in the past, I discovered the safety instruction handy. I did question though, what the point of the so-called “immersion suit” I practiced placing on would be if the ship sank in the middle of the sea and I had absolutely nothing to keep while trying to survive.
My cabin was on the F deck of the ship. It was far larger than I was expecting– and far better.
At first look, my cabin appeared like a large hotel room. There were 2 soft twin beds nestled in one corner, closets, lots of power outlets, generic nautical-themed images held on the walls, a personal bathroom with a toilet and shower that had hot water, and other facilities you ‘d expect in a hotel space. There was likewise a large desk, coat rack, a coffee table, couch, and a lot of plush chairs.
The only things that hinted my space was on a cargo ship: the laminated sheet on the coffee table with info about how to abandon ship and respond to numerous onboard emergency situations, the fact the furnishings had straps anchoring them to the thick-carpeted floor … and, naturally, the view of the sea.
There were likewise plenty of unanticipated facilities on board, like a health club.
Like many hotels– and cruise liner– the Amerigo Vespucci had plenty of things to do outdoors my room. The health club wasn’t large, however viewing as there were so couple of travelers and team, there was never anyone else in there when I was.
There was even a little library.
” Eclectic” is a good word to describe the selection of literature and DVDs the library had. Tom Clancy, John Grisham, and Michael Crichton novels abounded– however not as abundant as Clive Cussler, author of the maritime-influenced “Dirk Pitt” adventure stories.
Extremely complicated-looking computer systems kept the ship working on course– and tracked the countless containers on board.
As someone without a science, engineering, innovation, or cruising background, I had not the slightest concept what most of the instruments on the ship did– which is why I didn’t dare touch any of them.
We departed Port Klang in the evening. The adventure was underway.
With surprising quietness, thinking about how big the ship was, a fleet of tugboats helped us retreat and leave port. We seemed to be moving agonizingly sluggish, but I was surprised such a big thing as the Amerigo Vespucci could move at all.
I ‘d never ever been on a ship at sea prior to, so I was worried about seasickness. The Amerigo Vespucci was so huge, I hardly felt anything at all.
Sailors stated the voyage I was on was thought about a “light” run– the Amerigo Vespucci had “just” about 7,500 containers on board throughout the trip. The inability to feel the ship rocking on the waves suggested the expensive anti-seasickness tablets I ‘d brought weren’t essential. It also meant I slept exceptionally well every night.
I was allowed to see much more of the ship than I was anticipating. My preferred place was on the bridge with the team.
For a ship of its size, the Amerigo Vespucci’s bridge was oddly relaxing. Being so high up, it had a superior view of many of the containers and the surrounding seas for numerous miles.
The team were extremely friendly.
As we cruised, they informed me about themselves, how they came to work aboard the ship, showed me how they did their jobs, and what much of the instruments on board did, like how the automated navigation worked and the computer system that tracked where each of the thousands of shipping containers on the ship were, what was in each container, and where each container was supposed to eventually go. It was interesting to discover, even for a non-technical person like myself.
At one point, we were alerted about a frightening occurrence involving gunmen shooting on a vessel.
The bulletin that came through on the Telex machine on the bridge was worrying: on January 3, about six individuals on 2 speed boats opened fire with automatic rifles on a freight ship several hundred miles southeast of where we were, near Basilan Island in the southern Philippines. While no-one was injured in the incident, and the ship was able to get away, the bulletin stated the ship sustained some gunshot damage.
Meals were taken in a great dining-room– and served by a French-trained chef.
Each of the 3 meals served per day offered a choice of French wines and cheeses, in addition to fresh baguettes, citrus fruits, and pastries.
Even much better: the food was all consisted of in the price guests paid to come aboard.
Travelling Through the Singapore Strait, things opened up a fair bit once we went out into the South China Sea on day three.
The sea actually was, at least at daybreak and sunset, a bit similar to white wine in terms of its coloring. And it was really, almost impossibly vast– a vastness I just started to comprehend when, for several days, the only thing to be seen on all sides was a relatively limitless parade of blue waves.
As the days went on, I developed a routine– one that involved lots of time on the bridge talking with the crew and scanning the calm seas.
Typically waking up around dawn, I ‘d refresh up prior to having breakfast, then bring a book, note pad, and pen with me up to the bridge to check out, compose in my journal, and chat with the team when they weren’t hectic.
Admittedly, I was on the bridge a lot because there wasn’t a heap else to do.
Hugging the Vietnamese coast, at one point almost a week into the voyage we passed near the Paracel Islands, which China has actually been greatly militarizing. The team kept a close eye on our position.
We weren’t boarded, but knew Chinese marine vessels were all around, given that they were plainly marked on the Amerigo Vespucci’s fancy radar.
On day 7 before reaching Hong Kong, we made a stop for the day in the close-by mainland China port of Chiwan.
Part of the larger Shenzhen and Pearl River Delta megalopolis (one of the world’s most-populous areas), our stop at the port of Chiwan (to unload and take on containers, naturally) enabled some time to go ashore and check out the hectic streets and attempt some authentic Chinese cuisine.
After so many days at sea, it felt a bit unusual to be on dry land again– however just for a short time, as by evening the other guests and I had to be back on the Amerigo Vespucci to continue on to nearby Hong Kong.
Chiwan was not exactly a touristy place.
There were not a great deal of touristy things to see in Chiwan– it seemed to mainly only be workplaces, stores, restaurants, and towering, block-like apartment. The most common color was grey. It was good to walk and experience something new, however I might also see why it was not a popular location with tourists– in reality, besides Sidney, Theresa and myself, I didn’t see any other clearly non-locals the entire day.
At last, as dawn broke the next morning on day eight, we cruised into Hong Kong.
Much smaller sized vessels scooted past all around us, and although we were moving slowly, it was still too fast: I very much desired this moment to last a little longer. I had never experienced anything like it.
I ‘d been at sea for 8 days. I was sad to finally come ashore for great.
We finally docked in between 10 and 11 in the early morning.
The voyage had actually genuinely been an adventure– one I ‘d take once again in a heart beat.
More luxurious than I ever might have pictured, the reality that I was able to see a lot of the ship, and the team were so friendly, were great included rewards, as were all of the amenities. There weren’t throngs of other individuals around throughout the eight-day trip, like you encounter on a cruise, either. And even much better than that: the trip expense just a couple of hundred dollars– a lot less than numerous cruises.
Naturally, such a journey is not for everyone. Even with a nice space and more features than anticipated, there still was not a lot to do on board the ship, a minimum of not in the very same way there are things to do on a cruise. Likewise while there was a lot of water and it was amazing to hang out with the crew in the bridge, there was not a lot of wildlife such as whales to be seen. Those seemed like small disadvantages for having an extraordinary experience not quickly forgotten.
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