REAL LETTERS SENT HOME BY A 1960S TRAVELLER
... we went to the New Zealand Glass Works. The Personnel Manager mentioned that they needed two fork lift truck drivers. Upon hearing this, we both started telling the most fantastic lies...
"Go and see the Collector of Customs" he said. "He is the top man and you can't go any higher"...
'We are at this moment sailing into a bay and can see Auckland ahead. It looks more like a fishing village actually and so far we have seen no large buildings...'
'It's been so rough that the sea has been pouring in through our porthole which frequently goes right under the water....'
'We had a riotous evening, having been joined by two very drunk members of the crew. I am quite sure that never before in the history of Monopoly has a game been graced with such foul language!!'
'Tahiti has just slipped over the horizon and I think this is one of the biggest regrets of my life, for I shall probably never see it again...'
'Very hot and sticky. Sleep is very difficult and some of the crew now sleep on deck...'
'We are 'speeding' along at 17 miles per hour which seems a ridiculously slow speed to be travelling for a distance of 7000 miles - but I suppose we will get there sooner or later...'
'The crew are a motley bunch - scruffy as anything and usually drunk, but very likeable and helpful...'
'I wish I could be there right now to offer a comforting word, especially to Mum. You both sounded so heartbroken and dejected...'
