Aboard an Aussie frigate, I once again witnessed the friendliest bunch of sailors in the world. Many of them have very "nautical" looking beards and they're all smiling ear to ear. They probably all want to be pirates and they love Americans. The crew was celebrating Christmas (just because they can) and were wearing festive decorations on their uniforms and the females had little mistletoe crowns on their heads.
The girls in the kitchen seemed to be having the best time of all, with wild colored aprons and hats, both of them tending to a huge vat of chicken curry that smelled delicious. One of the men said that if I could get a picture of one of the girls, the rule was she would have to buy a round of drinks for the whole crew next time they had liberty. She proved very adept at avoiding the camera. Their helo squadron is the "West Coast Seahawks," with the name emblazoned on a big "West Coast Choppers" type cross on side of the helo. When I grow up, I'm joining the Australian Navy.
Aboard an Aussie frigate, I once again witnessed the friendliest bunch of sailors in the world. Many of them have very "nautical" looking beards and they're all smiling ear to ear. They probably all want to be pirates and they love Americans. The crew was celebrating Christmas (just because they can) and were wearing festive decorations on their uniforms and the females had little mistletoe crowns on their heads. 
The girls in the kitchen seemed to be having the best time of all, with wild colored aprons and hats, both of them tending to a huge vat of chicken curry that smelled delicious. One of the men said that if I could get a picture of one of the girls, the rule was she would have to buy a round of drinks for the whole crew next time they had liberty. She proved very adept at avoiding the camera. Their helo squadron is the "West Coast Seahawks," with the name emblazoned on a big "West Coast Choppers" type cross on side of the helo. When I grow up, I'm joining the Australian Navy.
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