Crossing The Equator Off Ecuador

The Equator is one of the World’s universal boundaries, and one of the few that doesn’t have any kind of baggage attached.

The first time I crossed the Equator with Rich and Sue was on our flight down to South America last March. It happened in the middle of the night just off Ecuador. And since most of our fellow passengers had been asleep, there’d been the minimum of fuss. Read: Although the three of us had excitedly watched the approach of the line marking the Equator on the aircraft’s in-flight map, no one else had seemed to even notice!

About to cross the Equator off Ecuador, on the flight to Santiago, Chile

About to cross the Equator off Ecuador, on the flight to Santiago, Chile

Our return to the Northern Hemisphere aboard the Cruise Ship Zaandam, again off Ecuador, a few hours north of Manta, also passed with no official acknowledgement at the time.

That said, since it happened in the middle of dinner, and we were paying attention, our table celebrated those of us crossing of the Equator at sea for the first time with a glass of champagne.

Almost there!

Almost there!

Cheers!

Cheers!

The following morning, however, was a completely different story.

At 10 o’clock, we congregated arround the pool at the stern of the ship for the King Neptune Ceremony. ‘Vile Pollywogs’ (crew members who had never before crossed the Equator by sea) were presented to King Neptune and his wife to receive judgement, accept punishments and be made to Kiss the Fish.

The arrival of King Neptune and his Queen

The arrival of King Neptune and his Queen

The first Vile Pollywogs are presented to the King

The first Vile Pollywogs are presented to the King

Kiss the Fish!

Kiss the Fish!

A band of pirates acted as King Neptune’s enforcers, while a group of doctors and nurses dispensed the punishment in the form of what looked like luridly coloured goo and spaghetti!

Uggghhh!

Uggghhh!

More Uggghhh!

More Uggghhh!

And even more Ugggggghhhhhh!

And even more Ugggggghhhhhh!

After punishment, the Zaandam’s captain (and I mean the real captain in this case) and a panel of judges decided whether the Pollywogs should be thrown in the pool or be left to bake in their crust of green and blue pasta.

It's not looking good for this band of Pollywogs

It’s not looking good for this band of Pollywogs

Time for the Pollywogs to walk the plank (or be pushed in the pool, at least)!

Time for the Pollywogs to walk the plank (or be pushed in the pool, at least)!

Don't think I'd want to be in that pool right now

Don’t think I’d want to be in that pool right now

At the end of the ceremony, We even had a chance to Kiss the Fish (a rather stinky marlin, I think) ourselves.

The King, Queen and Mermaids with The Fish

The King, Queen and Mermaids with The Fish

Me and Sue Kissing the Fish

Me and Sue Kissing the Fish

And Rich didn't get away with it, either

And Rich didn’t get away with it, either

This post was inspired by the photo themes Boundaries from Ben of The Daily Post.

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5 Responses to Crossing The Equator Off Ecuador

  1. Moritz says:

    What a cool experience. Thanks for the nice post! 🙂

  2. Yes, I remember when we crossed he Equator on our way over from England to South Africa. The greasy pole tradition looked very uncomfortable, but some people relished trying it. My husband and I just watched and didn’t get involved. 🙂

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