The passenger steamer SS Warrimoo

I happened upon this article and wanted to share it. :slight_smile:

SS Warrimoo


The passenger steamer SS Warrimoo was quietly knifing its way through the waters of the mid-Pacific on its way from Vancouver to Australia. The navigator had just finished working out a star fix and brought Captain John DS. Phillips, the result. The Warrimoo’s position was LAT 0º 31’ N and LONG 179 30’ W. The date was 31 December 1899. “Know what this means?” First Mate Payton broke in, “We’re only a few miles from the intersection of the Equator and the International Date Line.” Captain Phillips was prankish enough to take full advantage of the opportunity for achieving the navigational freak of a lifetime.

He called his navigators to the bridge to check & double check the ship’s position. He changed course slightly to bear directly on his mark. Then he adjusted the engine speed.

The calm weather & clear night worked in his favor. At midnight the SS Warrimoo lay on the Equator at exactly the point where it crossed the International Date Line! The consequences of this bizarre position were many:

The ship’s forward part (bow) was in the Southern Hemisphere & in the middle of summer.

The rear (stern) was in the Northern Hemisphere & in the middle of winter.

The date in the aft part of the ship was 31 December 1899.

In the bow (forward) part, it was 1 January 1900.

This ship was, therefore not only in:

Two different days,

Two different months,

Two different years,

Two different seasons

But in two different centuries - all at the same time!


Very cool, had a baby been born on board at that moment they would’ve had a very confusing birth certificate.

But they weren’t in two different centuries, that would’ve been on 31/12/1900 & 1/1/1901 – the last year of the 1890’s decade wasn’t 1899, it was 1900. We had the same ennumeracy when the new millennium was declared on 1/1/2000, one year too soon.


Yeah….but still cool.


Any time-travel anomalies? :exploding_head:
:smiley: :canada:

Sounds like Rod Serling should be telling this tale…