The Weekend Australian - Travel - - Travel & Indulgence -

‘I ob­jected to the sea trip strongly. A sea trip does you good when you are go­ing to have a cou­ple of months of it but, for a week, it is wicked. You start on Mon­day with the idea im­planted in your bo­som that you are go­ing to en­joy your­self. You wave an airy adieu to the boys on shore, light your big­gest pipe, and swag­ger about the deck as if you were Cap­tain Cook, Sir Fran­cis Drake, and Christo­pher Colum­bus all rolled into one. On Tues­day, you wish you hadn’t come. On Wed­nes­day, Thurs­day, and Fri­day, you wish you were dead. On Satur­day, you are able to swal­low a lit­tle beef tea, and to sit up on deck . . . ’

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