Tuesday (1 May 1917)

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.

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