Wednesday, 30th April (1919)

Ploughing the briney, southwards to Panama.  The boat is now heavily laden with coal which has left its gritty deposit everywhere.  The breeze wafts it into your eyes as you pace the quarter, half, or whole deck, or decks (as the case may require).

We are “doing it hard” having to wrestle with our altitudinous dormitories after a brief respite in Christian beds.

Numbers of people lined up to see us pass through the town: they have done everything that could be expected for us.

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