It was almost one month since I had joined my ship for this contract. As expected I got a call from the ship’s Purser regarding some courses that I had to do, but I had not done before joining the ship. These basic courses are mandatory for all seamen working on a sea going vessel. As per the STCW 95, the maritime law states that everyone, irrespective of the fact that the crew is working on the Deck side, the engine side or the Hotel side of the cruise ship has to attend the following courses
- PST – Personal Survival Techniques
- FPFF - Fire Prevention and Fire fighting
- EFA – Elementary First Aid
- PSSR – Personal safety and Social Responsibility
Going back 1 month prior, when I had joined the vessel this problem was reported to the Captain. Out of the 4 courses mentioned above, I had only done EFA and PSSR and was missing on PST and EPFF. If the Captain of the ship had wanted then, he could have easily not allowed me to embark the ship and straight away packed me home in the next flight. But fortunately, he was kind enough to let me join the ship on one condition that I would have to do the courses within 1 month’s time. And since I had joined the ship, now it was the crew purser’s responsibility to make sure that I did the courses.
It wasn’t salary day that day so I knew exactly why I was called to the Purser’s office; well it was time to finish the two pending courses. During those days our ship was sailing in the Spanish Canary Islands, hence the Crew Purser had decided to send me to some Maritime Institute in Southampton, England. England was the closest to Spain plus our company also had the head office there, so they thought, organizing for my stay plus the course and also the travel documents would be the easiest in England.
The plan was that I leave the ship on coming Monday from Arrecife (Lanzarote) take a flight To Heathrow via Madrid, finish the 2 pending courses on Tues, Wed, Thurs, Fri and fly back on Sat again via Madrid and join the ship back in Las Palmas.
Soon the D-day came when I was suppose to leave for England. Since I would be out only for 4 days I decided not to pack much. I had a small bag with a couple of change of clothes, swimming costume and a towel for PST training, an overall (dungaree) for EPFF training and shoes apart from the toiletries. We all on the ship know that England can get expensive so shopping is always a no-no there. And since I was already told that all my travel expenses plus the accommodation and food has already been paid for by the company I also did not carry much money. 200GBP + a few Spanish Pesetas for a cup of coffee at the airport (that time Spain was still with Pesetas) was all the money I had on me.
The Crew Purser gave me my ticket and my passport which had the Visa stamped on it. The Crew Purser was English so she also requested me to carry back a packet for her that would be handed over to me in Southampton and since she was also a friend I agreed. The formalities for disembarking the ship were completed and I was ready to leave in the taxi waiting for me. She bid farewell to me and said “see you in Las Palmas on Saturday”
Little did I know that “That Saturday” would never come as the things started to go wrong from here onwards.
I reached the airport well in time for the flight. Arrcife is a small place with mostly tourists coming to enjoy the sun and the beaches. The airport was quiet and I did the immigration the security and the check-in within no time. Since I had toiletries in my bag I had no choice but to put my luggage with the checked in luggage. And since it was the same airline career taking me ahead to England from Madrid I checked in my bag straight to my destination, the airlines was also kind enough to give me a boarding pass for my connecting flight from Madrid too.
After a couple of hours in the flight I reached Madrid, there was still time for my connecting flight. Since my luggage was already checked-in and I already had the boarding pass I decided to roam around in the terminal, have a cup of coffee and a small bite. The departure of my flight was announced and I proceeded towards the gate to stand in the queue to board. My turn came and the lady at the counter asked me to show my passport and the boarding pass, which I produced. She looked at me and said in her broken English with a heavy Spanish accent
Lady : You going to England?
Me : Yes
Lady : You can not go.
Me : why? Here is the boarding pass.
Lady : Yeah, but no Visa for England.
Me : Its here look.
Lady : This is a Schengen Visa, not valid for you in England
Me : But I was told this is sufficient
Lady : No, you can not, please step aside of the queue.
I was shocked; I was not expecting such a thing to happen. Even before I knew what is happening I saw the boarding gates close and my flight being taxied away to the runway. I saw my Visa again and remembered very clearly my Crew Purser telling me that all Visa’s and the travel documents have been taken care off.
Well now it seemed that apparently they have not been. The Uk visa that was the most essential was missing. The Schengen Visa was only valid till Madrid. I was amazed that even at the Arrecife airport check-in they had not raised this issue and let me continue till here.
Now the ground reality was that I was stuck in Madrid, with my luggage in England and my ship in Arrecife.
...to be contd!!