Aboard Hakusan Maru

Thursday, July 11 and Friday, July 12, 1929

Life aboard ship hasn’t been so bad as it apparently was going to be from first impressions. I have met a number of very nice people aboard and those in second class keep after me to come on up. Last evening was spent in a deck chair listening to a victrola—a most delightful way to spend an evening on ship. A Mrs. Gow, or something akin, and the boy I met the evening before, Milne by name, kept up a playful conversation all evening. Mrs. Gow, from Glasgow, is a rather washed-out sort of looking person but full of pep, who with her small four year old daughter, is going to Shanghai. Then there is an interesting Russian lady with two kids, who is going east with her English husband. A Jap nurse who is very friendly, and a man who is bound for Singapore to do some engineering work on the new naval base there. He has told me quite a bit about Malay, etc. Thus I have a fair idea of the kind of people I shall be among soon. Chances are that fever will have to be guarded against more so than in India, as will cholera, etc. I have a good idea of the most interesting way to get to Bangkok by land.

The sea is pretty smooth—a little swelly, which makes this 10,000-ton tub roll a good bit—but not bad. At that some people seem to be having their difficulties—including the pot-bellied money-lender and his affinity. The weather has been notably good of late but at present looks a bit suspicious. In spite of being but four degrees or so above the Equator the weather is very pleasant—a cool breeze blowing. But down in third it is beastly hot unless the port-holes are kept open—then you have a fine breeze. That proved my undoing last night. I turned in about eleven, after the evening siesta on deck. Some time later I was awakened from a sound sleep by a bucket of water coming in through the porthole and landing on my head.

I see a Jap eating with chopsticks. I’ll have to learn the art.

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