cDiver.net
The Commercial Diver Network
Hotel in Singapore from old longstreath post
I was reading a post on Longstreath about 2 years ago about a hotel in Singapore where alot of divers stay, it said often the phone rings to see if anyone there is looking for work. Im off to Singapore in Janurary to do my DMT and figure this must be a good place to stay.....any one got any ideas ?
Views: 944
Replies to This Discussion
-
Permalink Reply by Toby Dodd on
-
The Mitre Hotel
Ask any oilfield diver...
...where he stayed while hanging in Singapore looking for work & he will probably say the "Mitre Hotel."
The Mitre was a run down shanty of a lodging house ( its still operating today & may have seen renovations since 85' ) sitting on some very prime real estate in central Singapore. During my time there the hotel was run by an endearing Chinease family, headed by the ubiquitous "Mr. Lim". Gracious & friendly, he would take care of your daily needs, which mainly involved serving ice cold beer in the hotel's main lobby. It was at this bar that an eclectic assortment of sea dogs, scurvy divers, aging hippies, struggling jazz musicians & any number of other intrepid wanderers would gather to tell stories & debate the issues of the day.
One afternoon, a lovely "Sheila" ( meaning "sweet thang" in Aussie-land ) was arguing the merits of Australian beer with some newly landed British musicians when she was interupted by the bone-rattling jangle of the lobby phone. Mr. Lim shuffled his way over, spoke briefly, covered the phone's mouthpiece & stated: "Man wants to know if any diveahs wanting wook"... I took the call.
Ten days later myself & some mates were jetting to Hong Kong to rendevous with the balance of the diving crew & together we’d join the ship’s crew down at the harbour. Many of the divers we were to work with had been part of a fabulously successful salvage effort in Indonesia about a year earlier. Having put to sea after a long wait for a typhoon to pass through, the expedition stumbled upon the perfectly preserved cargo of a Chinease junk while towing divers on planer boards in the gin clear waters. The typhoon had removed about 30' of sand overburden, exposing blue Ming porcelain, much of it still wrapped in the original packing! Though not the target they had set out to find, after much debate they decided to stay & recover the treasure ( o.k., there was actually no debate, just alot of whopping & dancing & celebrating...), but I digress...
We were going after tin. Actually, 70 lb. ingots of high grade Malaysian tin that was part of the cargo aboard a Japanese passenger-freighter sunk by a U.S. submarine near the end of the war in the Pacific. The wreck was located in the Straits of Taiwan, a hotly disputed area of the South China Sea. It has long been known that China & Taiwan do not exchange Christmas cards & both lay claim to the waters of the Strait. The salvage operator had worked a contract with the Taiwanese government as international coastal law put the wreck's location within Taiwan's territorial limits. At least thats what the contract said.
For 5 days we readied the vessel for salvage. The ship had to be moored well out into the harbour as it carried a large amount of dynamite on board. We needed the explosive to open the deck plating over the cargo holds so the ship's peel grab could be lowered inside the holds to remove the tin. Each day we'd take a small boat out for the hours ride to the salvage vessel, work 12-14 hours, then ride back in for yet another night in the wilds of Hong Kong & Kowloon. When all was ready we set sail for Kaoshung ( on the island of Taiwan )for a 24 hr. lay-over before heading for the wreck. As this was to be our last night in port for some time, we of course had to socialize. We found this nightclub near the harbour area & all of a sudden it is no longer 1985, its 1971! We thought we'd been time-warped back to the early seventies as we entered this place; black lighting, pounding Jim Morrison, waist-length hair & elevator shoes...absolutely freaky! O.k., so there a bit behind, we raised the roof with them & had a night to remember...man.
With the rising sun we sailed for the wreck, each man mentally calculating his cut of the haul & making plans to spend his fortune. In 10 hrs. we were on station. As the marine crew laid the anchors we prepared to dive. I was to make the first dive with "Micky," one of two men running the salvage operation. I knew that Mick had been to this wreck the year before with another crew & they were successful in opening up the #1 hold. What I didn't know was that the events of the previous year which put an early end to that expedition would soon return to haunt us.
The Straits of Taiwan in the middle of March is not idyllic in terms of diving. With an average 2'- 4' chop, a steady 2 knot surface current, 42 degree water temp. & poor visibility, the diving would be tough. Compounding the elements were the many fishing nets snagged on the wreck. We were using a large steel cage as an elevator to the bottom. The plan was to do a quick survey of the wreck & locate the #1 hold, we would then guide the peel grab to the entrance of the hold & then surface. The best laid plans...
When Mick & I reached bottom @ 201' the bottom current was howling & the cage was being blown about like a toy in the wind. Fishing netting was wafting over & around the cage & I worried we'd get fouled in it. Since we had little means of altering our decent site at this anchorage it was decided to abort the dive. As Mick & I sat in the deck chamber decompressing the salvage master decided to run the grab down blind & try to locate the #1 cargo hold. As I exited the chamber I surveyed the fruits of his first few attempts. The loads were dropped on the deck & hosed down with fire hoses. Piping, wiring & what appeared to be machine shop tools were separated & inspected. I noticed something odd under some torn deck plating & pulled it free; what I'd found was a 45 caliber pistol, still in the leather holster! All the wooden parts had been eaten away but the frame remained as did a dozen or so bullets still in their keepers. I cleaned er' up, strapped er' on & now I was the sheriff of this here ex-pee-dition! With the addition of my Texan mate's 10 gallon hat I was ready to keep law n' order on the high seas!
Engineering drawings of the wreck showed the machine shop to be just foreward of the 1st cargo hold so the grab's boom was repositioned & soon the fire hoses revealed the first tin ingots amidst the debris! Further diving was halted as we worked the 1st hold all that day & night, storing the tin on pallets covered with tarp. With dawn came the first fishing junks. We watched as they slowly circled our vessel. By 0900 there were about 30 fishing boats, by 1100 that number had increased to almost one hundred! I gathered they were unhappy with our presence as they continuously yelled, shook their fists & brandished clubs & machetes. I subconsciously patted the trusty 45 at my side...together we would repel all boarders. We used our vessels water cannon to keep them at bay, but one boat managed to slip alongside & a very agile, very upset young man lept over our port rail & wrapped his arms & legs around some large diameter deck piping. It took two men to pry him off & he was then unceremoniously tossed back into the arms of his fellow fishermen. Despite all this, the grab continued its' work & the pile of tin continued to grow. With the coming of dusk the fishing boats began to leave & by dark the sea around us was empty once more.
By 0900 the following morning all was clear save one boat off in the distance that was definitely not a fishing junk. The smell reached us before the boat did, the smell of unwashed bodies & rotting food. As they came alongside we realized these were Vietnamese refugees, some of the infamous "boat people" that were fleeing communist rule in Nam. They were a pitiful sight. We quickly gathered up fuel, fresh food, water, medicines, clothing & candy for the kids. More grateful people I shall never see again. They sailed away & we hoped they'd find their freedom.
The work continued. By first light of the following day we had 25 tons of tin recovered & were preparing to dive again when ( I was beginning to really dislike mornings ) over the horizon came navy vessels; three Chinease naval gunships to be precise. Two stood off while the third radioed they were coming alongside to board. We watched as their lines were made fast to our cleats. In my 10 gallon hat & trusty sidearm I struck my best Eastwoodesque squint. A gangway was run & a dozen Marines hustled smartly aboard, six per side of the gangway. They starred straight ahead, weapons at the ready, as a contingent of naval brass strutted aboard & on up into our wheelhouse to confer with the salvage master. On deck, nobody moved. I shifted my hat & hiked up my sidearm, noticing that a few of the marines were stealing the occassional glance my way. It was the final scene in the "Good, Bad & the Ugly". My draw hand twitched just above my 45. And then I drew. Regretably, my trusty/rusty gun barrel got caught up in my holster & by the time I struggled it out the barrel was bent to 90 degrees! I looked up to see most of the Marines doing their best not to laugh & for the first time that day I started to relax. I ran down to my cabin & opened the porth***; some of the gunship's deck crew noticed me waving at them & cautiously came over. I stuck that month's playboy centerfold out the port to the excited appreciation of the Chinease sailors. I was in the midst of sharing other anatomical periodicals when one of my mates burst into the room & snatched the mag. from my grasp. "Hey, give that back, you can't even read!" I quipped. "Doofus, that form of instructional anatomy is strictly forbidden in China, if they catch you showin' this stuff we'll be hauled off to the hoosegow!" Ooops.
Thirty minutes after tieing off the gunship was casting off & heading away. Our salvage master had insisted that any dispute over our legal right to be there had to be handled by our lawyers & the Chinease government. The skipper of the gunship reluctantly agreed & said a decision would be forthcoming in 24 hrs.
Those 24 hrs. went by in a blur. We knew they'd be back & this time they'd probably search the ship so we emptied our lower hold of spare anchor & chain & laid in the tin.
We then replaced the anchor & chain over the tin to provide an effective cover. We left all the scrap steel, machine shop tools, spare bronze propeller blade & even my beloved sidearm on deck for them to find. Being of Dutch registry, our vessel carried copious amounts of Heiniken beer in stores. Out it came! Some of the netting we hauled up had tasty blue crabs inside so our Indonesian mates cooked us up what I gently referred to as " Hellfire Crab Casserole"...a deliciously toxic, thermonuclear stew that made itself known for days afterward.
You guessed it, with dawn's early light they returned, but they didn't search us. They arrested us! With two guards & a harbour pilot on board they escorted us on a 6 hr. sail to an unnamed Chinease military port. Rumors ran rampant as to our fate. Torture? Imprisonment? Will they confiscate our Heinies!?! The next day they searched the ship from stem to stern & took all our trash...but they didn't find the tin!! For two days we drank Hienies & danced naked on the after-deck, trusting fate to set us free. A guard remained on board around the clock but he was no trouble, he happily devoured all the porn on board!
After 3 days of captivity we were escorted out to sea & sternly told to leave & not return. Fine by me, we were living on borrowed time anyway. We returned to Hong Kong & got paid off. After a couple of days onshore we decided to take our money & blow it on a 5 day run through the Philippines,…
But that’s another story for another day.
-
Permalink Reply by Marc Peacock on
-
Cheers Toby, thats what i read a coulpe of years ago......hopefully the staff still say "Man wants to know if any diveahs wanting wook"
-
-
Just looked it up online, its definitely seen better days.....looks like its been derelict for several years.Apparently there is a legal battle between family as to who gets the land, i hope its still standing when i get there cause it would be cool to check it out.
-
-
wow....just looked it at recent photos online of it
http://www.flickr.com/photos/liyin/sets/72157602314289570/
-
-
I guess i will try to find out if there is another place where the oil field cew hang out....will go to see if its still standing when im there though
-
Permalink Reply by Alan Frankfurth on
-
That hotel was called the Mitre Hotel on Killeney Road. But it is now closed and has been sold.
-
Permalink Reply by A.. Parnell on
-
Great story really enjoyed it. While in Singapore on our way to Somalia some years ago enjoyed drinking Singapore slings at the Writers bar in The Raffles Hotel they claim to have invented the Singapore slings there so the story goes. If you have enough of them there you will be able to fly but not for long. Ha Ha crash!
-
-
Did I misread it that the hotel is now out of business ?
-
-
You read right. The Mitre Hotel has been sold and is out of business.
© 2024 Created by Adam Broetje.
Powered by
