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Location
At Sea
Age
17 Years

21 April 1940

The clock has gone back another hour today. At home it is 7:15 pm. Here it is 1:15 pm. We have been in Curaçao Since 9 am, and are waiting for the SS Ruahine to move before we can take on any oil. It was rather an amazing thing to set eyes on this strange island, completely void of vegetation barring a few shrubs and palm trees. The main harbour is surrounded by brand-new houses – all typically Dutch. Everything is bright and clean in the tropical sun, and though it is very interesting to see just for a few hours, I wouldn’t live here for the world!

There are two German merchant ships here, which are not interned, but they’re not leave. It is funny to be out here in the blazing sunshine, and then to try and think of the last winter! Honestly you would never know it was Sunday. Noel would you have known yesterday as it was Saturday. Weekends are just the same as weekdays, which makes the weeks seem rather longer. The island consists mainly of dry powdery sand, and sandstone. The strata is rather interesting. It reminded me of the sort of thing you read about in books, or see on the films. Do you know offices in white casually surveying a dazzling white island, well a motor boat space out with a Dutch official who is also in a white suit. I really must pinch myself.