I have been reading with great interest your memories of the Avro
York flight out to Ceylon. I reckon that it could have been the same
aircraft that I returned home on to the UK from Singapore with some
of the HMS Terror band. It took 4 days (4 Nov.-7 Nov. 1954).
It was the first time I had flown, and looking back I remember it
was a most eventful trip.
We boarded the plane at Changi airfield early in the morning. It was
raining at the time and I quite clearly remember the stewardess walking
down the cabin sticking plasters on the roof in an attempt to stop
the water leaks. First overnight stop was in Calcutta. After the cabin
door opened an Indian chappie complete with dhoti came on board and
started spraying the cabin and us with some sort if disinfectant,
probably DDT. Bloody cheek! We stayed at a very grand hotel, The Great
North-eastern I think. We split off into pairs and were allocated
a suite of rooms between us, complete with turbaned servants. After
a sumptuous dinner we ventured outside for a look round, and this
was of course another world of utter poverty and degradation. We soon
retreated back inside.
Next day we continued our flight to the Gulf area. Apparently the
hotel bookings for that night had got cocked up some how instead of
Bahrain, we ended up in an Arab dosshouse in Basra. What a comedown!
Yes, I also remember the method of navigation to the Mediterranean
(follow the pipeline) onto our last overnight stay in Malta.
Next day on to Stanstead, then by bus to Goodge Street in London.
This was where we were checked out before being released for some
leave complete with ration coupons. After living the 'Life of Reilly'
in Singapore for 2 years, we came down to earth with a big bump. I
remember that November was very cold and foggy. Gerry was not a happy
Anyway, I hope I haven't bored you with all this prattle.