Having billeted the men I grab a bicycle rickshaw and make for the docks, instructing the driver Johnnie to take me to the Foreign Correspondents' Club and make it snappy. Regards, Fawcett.
Rounding the Cape of Good Hope we land on the Peninsular and head north via the Twelve Apostle mountain range to Llandudno (shome mishtake shurely, Jones?) Thence onto the British Settlement of Cape Town where we will hopefully secure some much needed rest and gain an opportunity to resupply our command before venturing on. I am obliged to admit to being somewhat exhausted. Regards Fawcett.
Excerpt from 2 April:
In Norway we meet yet more members of our erstwhile mission, a diverse group of colourful characters that include amongst their ranks, a coffee planter, an amateur scientist with an interest in magnetism, an industrialist from Cape Town, an Italian playboy, the expedition's Welsh surgeon and the company's cook who incidentally is the only female team member.
Miss Bridges hails from Moscow and was until recently personal chef to the now deposed Czar. Not to forget dear Blinky. Together we are a formidable force. One that collectively intends to secure a route through the fabled South East passage.
For God and King. C.F.