Journey to Australia begins

I thought it was just a pancake but this is what it was: you warmed a frying pan and put butter and sugar and orange juice in it then you put a pancake in the pan and turned it over to cover the pancake with the mixture. Then you fold in half, and then in quarters, then do the same with two other pancakes. You now have three pancakes folded in quarters in a pan you now turn the heat up and pour some brandy on the quartered pancakes the brandy will go up in flames but it will not harm the pancakes. Daddy eat them and liked it very much.

(I will now return to the story.) So I got dressed and we had soon had breakfast. We each had to carry something and I carried a duffle bag and another bag and we walked to West Gate station and took the Underground to Liverpool Street station and then went on the overground to Tilbury docks. We went into a hut and Daddy showed our form to the man at a desk, and he gave us four gangway passes and we went through a gate where a woman counted us with an adding machine. We had left our hand luggage on the Tilbury train, and a man told us that it would be delivered to our cabin (E326) so after admiring the ship from the outside we showed our passes and walked up the gangway on to the ship.

Daddy asked a stewardess where our cabin was and she said down a flight of steps. We finally found it, much bigger than we thought it was. We have got one life jacket each, and we have drill each day at 5 o’clock. Our steward’s name is R. Silveira and like all the other stewards and waiters, he is not English.