Nearing port (Capetown). Our trip must constitute something of a record of a non-stop run without sighting land or even another ship. Given scalding hot buckets of fresh water this morning and bathed ourselves – mine nearly took the skin off. Also got our identification disks, “cold meat tickets” as the men call them. Sailors are getting the hawsers out ready for berthing. Every-one excited at prospect of reaching land and hopes of leave.