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photo Credit - Terry Priestas, LP, Dave Parker
Bob Allen, Will Paul IO cruise
LP, Bob Fischer, Terry Priestas... The Egyptians would charge a few piasters for you to sit on their lice infested camels for a photo and maybe ride around a bit. When we had our pictures taken (probably on these very same camels)- Mombo took off on his Camel - and the poor Egyptian had to chase him down.
LP on Vulture's Row
Rx Berthing - Looks like Pinocle being played in the foreground and some board game (risk?) in the background. The pinocle player facing us was the guy who sold Marlboros on the black market in Naples. Other identifiable folks... EM3 Lee. Looks like Cal and Pete R with their backs to us and ET2 Russel
The Piano Bar - This shithole was the Mecca for most of us in Napoli... You could get a Heinekin for 1,500 lira - and this Heinekin tasted unlike any beer I had ever tasted. I am convinced they had a huge vat of home brew in the kitchen that they used to fill empty Heinekin bottles and sell to the squids. Also, the cleaning solution they used to sanitize the bottles (smelled like formaldhyde) was never rinsed out - so there was a definite chemical after taste to the beers. The place was awash in prostitutes and drunken sailors. It was in this very bar that I saw a sailor dressed in summer whites - passed out on the floor of the head. (the floor was littered with feces and urine) and everyone merely stepped over him to piss in the trough... And it was probably this very trough that they used to brew the faux heinekin they sold us...
Here are pictures of the Piano bar as it stands today (thanks - Dave Parker / Charlie Camp) - What a crime... the Piano Bar turned into a yuppified coffee bar!!!. That building should have been declared a World Heritage Site - Instead we now have elitist, pansy assed Italians sitting around in wicker chairs, discussing Proust and sipping doble's -- Gaah! Makes me want to puke!!! Gone are the days of sitting around a greasy table, watching Pete R. cough up a phlegm ball, spit it into his beer, and then chugging the whole mess down... How sad.
Jim Koster on Beer day.
LP, Bob Allen, and ???
LP, Jim Bacquet at Dead Sea Israel
Jim Berg dressing up in his dress blues to TRY to pick up a woman
Jim Lynch and LP in the RL Div office - (hope there's nothing confidential in the photos...)
LP and Bob Fisher at our hotel room balcony in Cairo
back wall of dosimetry...a lot of good times were had by many of us ELTs in those several square feet... (web master's note: Check it out.. they were supposed to be monitoring our rad dosage in that room and instead it looks like they've turned it into a friggin espresso bar.. and what's with the aluminum cans? you cheap bastards are harvesting aluminum at 3 cents a pound and storing them in dosimetry?!!!)
