We pulled into Singapore before going to play games with the British. Art and. and I decided to go have a few beers (We didn't have much money) and take in the sights. After three or four beers each, we decided to go back to the ship. We thought we had enough money to catch a taxi so we hailed one down. We were almost all the way back to the ship when we realized we dind't have enough, so Art (being the kind soul he was) told the driver (who by the way had a big turban on his head, and carried a really big knife that we hadn't seen yet!) that I would stay there with him and Art would go get money....well, Art whispered to me to run when he got out a ways and waved at me, so being the obedient one I waited for the wave and took off but the driver stepped out with the big machete that I was telling you about. He started after me and needless to say I passed up Art going about 120 mph. The spangler was tied outside a british frigate (?) so the first opening I seen, I went in and appeared in the middle of the rum ration. I was invited to stay and partake of the nectors with them (which I did just to be socialable) after I made sure the coast was clear (and the rum was gone) I returned to the Spangler to "check on my good buddy Art!" Nothing more was said until quarters the next morning and Mr. Simmons brought the subject up of "what had happened" and warned who ever did it not to let it happen again!! He was looking right at Art (and me) I never went back to shore there again!
We were in Hong Kong and went over for a little fun. There were guite a few of us that started together but we got sidetracked from each other in the night. I cannot remember who was with me but we decided to go find them (the rest of the guys). We hailed two rickshaws down and made a bet that the last one there had to pay for both rides. We started off and was going a pretty good speed and I was passing him and he decided to get more speed out of his man so he reached up and took his white hat off and give the man a good swipe across the back. The man dropped the bars of the rickshaw and they stuck in the street and the next thing I saw was a human catapult, he went up and then he came down hard. I stopped and went to check him out, he was ok but mad for losing and having to pay. We had to walk to the next bar because they would not let us ride again.
We had just got a bunch of reserves aboard and were going on a 2 week cruise (likely in late '57). Sanchez (the ships barber) was cutting hair in his shop, I was walking down the midships passage way and he hollered at me to come in and cut hair while he took a break and went and got a cup of coffee. I looked at him sorta funny and waited for him to laugh, he just smiled and said "You Can Do It!" So I did!! After I fixed a couple of the reserves "right up" I left. I was in the operations compartment when they came over the 21MC and said "LUND lay up to the executives officer state room." So away I went!! Needless to say when I knocked and went inside Mr. Hall said "Lund, what the hell are you doing?" My response was "About What? He then reminded me in his own sweet way that I was no damn barber!!! And I said "They will pass inspection won't they? I made sure I cut it all above their ears!!" He admitted I was right about it being above the ears, but let me know I was not to do it again!! I guess a couple of the reserves had threatened to write their Congress man. That's appreciation for you!! Anyway, that ended my barbering caree