On the Blake in 1970, enroute to the Far East, we stopped at Cape Town for a couple of weeks. Some of my Scottish run ashore oppos, Derek Reid (Bunting), and Wally Beard (Seaman) spring to mind, insisted that we were going ashore together as usual, (you didn't argue with Wally, he was about 6'4 tall, and about the same wide).
Walked into the first bar with the sign Niet Blankets (not sure of the spelling), but it means "No Blacks". Barman says, "We don't serve niggers in here". Derek promptly tells him, he's not a nigger, he's a coon, and he's our oppo. The Barman says he is still a nigger and !!! -, before he could get any further, Wally grabbed him by the scruff, lifted him off the floor with one hand, other fist clenched ready to throw a punch, and said in his best Scottish brogue, "don't you f***ing call my coon oppo a Nigger". The barman, shaking in his boots by now, calmed down and said "Ok mate, I will serve him if he is your friend.
There must have been about ten of us. We finished the first round and were about to move on when the Barman picked up my glass and threw it in the bin behind the bar, breaking it. Big mistake! We cleared the bar top of glasses, smashing them all in a corner behind the bar, and left. What a run ashore! I still don't remember how I got back onboard that night. Will tell you about our next run in Cape Town another time when we went to a hotel bar on the first floor. This one allowed Blacks in.
Lou