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Location
Karachi, India
Age
19 Years

20th July 1942

Nothing of particular interest has occurred since my last entry, barring on the last 2 days.

We arrived in Karachi on the 18th during the morning. Passes were issued to the crew, but none to us, so we stayed on board.

The P & O agents didn’t show up at all, though B. F. Agents did!

The next day we were issued with a pass sufficient to last us for one day. In the afternoon therefore, Jock, Allen, Jim and myself made our way by horse and cart to town. Jock having one rupee of INDIAN money. Actually, we didn’t go quite as far as town, but walked for quite awhile.

The street which we walked up was strange indeed. The architecture was a mixture of imitation fine modern buildings, mostly coloured yellow, and a collection of hovels – the hovels predominating!

The road and pavements were filthy. Tram lines ran down the centre and every now and again a vehicle resembling in someways a small tram, filled with niggers and Europeans, went by.

As we walked along, we were constantly pestered by cries of “buckshee sarb” from little children, some without a stitch of clothing.

Things began to get pretty bad later on, because a small group of children consisting of two very attractive young Indian girls and several small boys, ran alongside us clapping their stomach and crying the while, “buckshee sarb” . It was impossible to rid ourselves of them.