"We're off to Nyasaland" I informed my bride on our return from honeymoon in April 1956.
She, having never heard of it, an atlas was rapidly produced. Having been interviewed at the old
Colonial Office some months earlier, and expressed a preference for Uganda I was somewhat
surprised to learn to learn I had been appointed as 'Master, Dedza Secondary School,
So the following August saw the happy couple set sail, steerage class, on the Union Castle Mail
ship, the 'Stirling Castle' for Cape Town. On arrival we took the train for a 2000 mile, four day
journey north to Nyasaland via Mafeking, Bulawayo, Salisbury, and Dondo Junction, just short
of Beira, for the rail car for Limbe. Here we were met by the school's Headmaster, Jack Smith,
who helped them buy a car, an essential piece of equipment when resident 140 miles further
north and 65 miles from the nearest town, Lilongwe.
Between getting married and leaving for Africa we, both teaching in East London, had been
living in one room. On arrival, at the school we moved into a large three-bedroom house with a
sitting and dining room, bathroom, two kitchens a khonde (veranda), basic furniture and
servants' quarters. However there was only a fitful supply of electricity in the evenings from the
school's generator, turned off at 10 pm with paraffin Tilley lamps at the ready if one was giving a
dinner party. Otherwise one went to bed, as the work-day started early. We did have piped water,
sometimes rather muddy, especially in the dry season, piped from a dam half-way up the side of
the mountain against which the school had been built. The hot water system consisted of two 44
gallon steel drums on brick pillars beneath which a fire could be lit. They were filled with water
from the nearby stream by the gardener. Quite often the stoker was too enthusiastic, the water in
the drums boiled and they bounced up and down with steam pouring out in a most alarming
manner. But there was never an accident so there must have been some secret P.W.D. safety
The house was my first brush with 'authority'. Even before leaving England. I was informed I
could not take my wife with me because of a shortage of accommodation. Pointing out that
whilst this may be the situation in the capital and major towns, it was not the position on the
school sites. Therefore "no wife, no go." Not everyone was so bold and had to go without marital
comforts for some months. Hence our first child was born less than 12 months after our arrival.
Unlike many appointees we did not have a lengthy training course before departure, simply a few
days at a former country house, transmogrified into a teacher training college, at Flax Bourton,
near Bristol. The course was run by Ian Stott and his wife who had spent years in Nyasaland as
missionaries before he joined the government education department. The most useful hint, of
which there were many, was to take a pair of bellows, for fires were needed at Dedza at an
altitude of over 5000 feet. We went quite well equipped with household utensils and general
impedimenta. One comforting item was a battery short-wave receiver, with accumulators which
could be re-charged from the school's erratic electricity supply. We were thus able to listen to the BBC Overseas Service, and have been switched on to 'The Archers' ever since.
We only ever had two servants, a gardener and a general house servant. One of them, Tito, first
the 'garden-boy' and then the 'house-boy' - I regret that 'boy' was the generic term at the time,
although we never addressed our servants directly as 'boy' - joined us soon after our arrival and
was with us until we came home ten years later. Some colleagues felt it was against their
principles to employ servants. But the locals regarded this as unfair. Their argument was that
the Europeans had the money: it was their duty to spread it around. Except for tea in bed, brought
in by the house servant - we bought a 'teasmaid' on return to the UK - my wife did all the actual
cooking, on a Dover, wood-burning range. The family never had any tummy troubles, unlike
others who had a local cook; nor did any of us suffer from malaria, for we were diligent with
mosquito nets and a daily prophylactic.
We were blessed with our first child and then a second whilst at Dedza. I drove my wife the 65
miles to Lilongwe over dirt, pot-holed roads of mud, quite an experience for some one about to
give birth. Actually she drove herself, because holding on to the steering wheel and concentrating
on keeping the car on the road took her mind off other matters. Our daughter used to play with
Tito's and the other servant's children. My wife on showing some small children when back in
England a photo of two of them of the same size taken together, one black, one white, was asked
"Which of them is yours?", strongly suggesting colour prejudice is not innate.
The school had originally been more of a trade school with workshops etc. and educated boys up
to Cambridge Overseas School Certificate level, as did two other secondary schools viz. Zomba
Catholic known as 'Box 2' (Dedza was 'Box 48' - after the Post Office box numbers) and
Blantyre (protestant). However after a visit from Miss Gwilliam, the Colonial Office Inspector
and the arrival of Jack Smith, ex-Mauritius and Fiji, a Sixth Form was started. Previously
Nyasaland students went to Goromonzi school in Southern and then to Munale, in Northern
Rhodesia. I was fortunate enough to be able to design and equip a geography lab in a former
woodwork room, which would have been the envy of many English grammar schools. I taught
primarily geography, but also history, religous education and music. The standard of teaching
was extremely high and our students went on to major universities in the UK and elsewhere
becoming doctors, professors, etc. and one, after service in the World Bank, is currently
Malawi's Minister of Finance.
One evening in March 1959 a State of Emergency was declared. I was the member of staff on duty
that night. On finding the classrooms, where prep should have been taking place, empty, I went
up the hill and found all the students in a high state of tension assembled in the hall. Asking them
unsuccessfully to disperse and go on to prep, I then picked out the youngest and 'weakest' and
luckily cajoled them into moving down and so on until only the ring-leaders remained and
without followers they duly succumbed. A rather tense moment. The boys were sent home a few
days later. But not before the school had been 'strafed' by Rhodesian jets, which frightened the
boys, many of who had never seen a train let alone a jet. The District Commissioner turned up in
a Land Rover with armed policeman, and had to be 'shoo-ed' away, before the students saw
Age fifteen I had bought a shot-gun and took it with me expecting the place to be full of wild animals. But the locals had seen most of them off. The only thing I shot was a civet cat which
had been hanging round the house after our domestic animal. But when the Emergency came I
swapped the gun for a set of golf clubs, and made sure the servants and other knew there was no
longer a firearm in the house.
An example of how mis-understandings occur came about, probably in 1957, when Vincent
Gondwe asked me in the staff room one day if I had received instructions to promote the
Federation in my lessons. I had not, and said so. He thought he knew I was lying, because the
locals had an intelligence system even better than the colonial government's, and were aware that
Stowell, then Director of Education had indeed sent out such an order. What they did not realise
was that Jack Smith being a wily old bird, and knowing how his mainly young idealistic staff,
there to help Nyasaland become self-governing, would re-act. Personally I had been somewhat
sympathetic to the Federation till Roy Welensky changed the rules to ensure the whites of
Southern Rhodesia would remain in the driving seat. Some years later after self-government I
raised the matter with Vincent and sorted it out, resuming our friendship.
After nearly three and a half years we went on leave in 1960, flying home vie Entebbe to see
friends at Makere, and returning by ship on the Kenya Castle via Suez, Tanga, Mombasa,
Zanzibar, Dar-es-Salaam, and back by train from Beira. I was then Deputy Headmaster, but
soon, at very short notice was posted to Blantyre as Acting Provincial Education Officer, pending
the arrival of Dick Travers from Kenya. He followed on from Ivan Freeman, also from Kenya,
who succeeded Stowell, and Harry Hudson came from Uganda to be Deputy Director. They all
brought a refreshing change to the education set-up and enabled considerable progress to be
made. I then became District Education Officer for Blantyre Urban, Rural and Chiradzulu.
Subsequently I was Regional Education Officer in Northern and then Southern Regions. Officer
in charge of setting up and running Day Secondary Schools and Chief Administrative Officer of
the Polytechnic, not answerable to the Principal! We had two more children, one born in Mzuzu
and the fourth one in Blantyre.
One certainly had to make decisions, and be versatile. Blantyre Urban was an unusual District in
that the majority of the teachers were female, whose husbands were employed in business,
government or other services. The primary schools were run by the churches. Suddenly I was
informed I had to pay the teachers and was given the funds to do so. But I had neither the staff
nor the time to pay them out individually as the churches had done. I therefore told the teachers
they had to open an account at one of the four banks. Then four lists were drawn up with salaries
due, four cheques were issued and the banks did the rest. Major spin-offs were that the wives had
direct control of their money, and it started to build-up a internal savings, an important factor in
To do all the paper-work I had to employ an additional, reliable, competent accounts clerk. But
how to pay her? I had however been given a large sum of money to build new primary schools,
so a little of that was siphoned off. A traveller called offering to sell me steel frameworks for a
school building. I was able to give him a list of quantities and the costs of building. These were
available as the missions always claimed that the government grants for the construction of
teachers' houses and classrooms did not cover the costs. Getting tired of this constant
complaining, I worked out the bills of quantities, priced and distributed them. The matter was never raised again as it turned out the government was slightly overpaying!
The salesman went on to Zomba the capital and sold the Education Department a ton or so of the
stuff. Unfortunately the Works Department refused to authorise payment. Meanwhile the sisters
at Mlanje had built a large extension to their teacher training college relying on faith to pay the
bills. The problem was solved however as the Blantyre Archdiocese bought the steelwork and the
Education Department helped finance the Mlanje development.
As a 'field' officer, often with rather tenuous communication links with the Ministry in Zomba,
one had to make one's own decisions. I soon came to the conclusion that I must make 90%
without telling HQ, 8% telling them what I had done, and 2% seeking advice. As time went the
latter two percentages became steadily smaller. However there were exceptions. When the UK
supplier of school books and equipment sent out a member of staff to find why the company had
not been paid by the new local authorities, who had spent the school fees on more exciting things
like Land Rovers etc. I was instructed to report to Zomba to explain why I had failed to report
this heinous behaviour. However the meeting was immediately cancelled when I drew attention
to the two or three telephone calls and a letter pointing out what was happening.
Accompanying representatives of the Beit Trust, I was somewhat surprised to learn they had
paid for a primary school we visited. This was because the Roman Catholics
had received a considerable sum for the same building. A quiet word with Father X, the mission's
Education Secretary, secured a promise not to do it again. There was little point in making a fuss
because I knew that the mission had spent far more than the government at promoting primary
education in the area.
My personal relations with the new Malawian ministers were cordial. Perhaps the fact that Mr.
Chiume and I, unlike most of my European colleagues, were both 'vertically '
challenged' had something to do with it. Also because if I disagreed with him, politely of course,
I did not hesitate to put my case. Officers were expected to accompany the Minister on 'ulendo'
Usually they were late at the rendez-vous, sometimes by a couple of days! Our motor-caravan
proved its worth on those occasions. Once at the end of visit to a remote part of the Southern
region, still fifty odd miles from Limbe and the minister was holding a late afternoon political
rally, I asked if I could leave as I had a play rehearsal that evening back in town. He refused. But
as the meeting was about to start and the locals had presented him with gifts, including lots of
eggs, he gave me a basket of them, and told me to go, and I just made my rehearsal in time.
The Malawi Congress Party officials on Likoma island complained to the Minister that the
colonialist Regional Education Office had chosen to site their new day secondary school where
he, rather than they, felt it should be built. Kanyama Chiume, I was told, replied, "If Mr. Potter
thinks that's where it should go, so be it." I had sited it there because, having checked the charts,
I knew the Lake steamer bringing the cement etc. could come close inshore either side of the
school, depending on the prevailing wind. The site also had the advantage, for a government
school, of being some way from the Anglican cathedral, the focal point of island life.
At Dedza, I ran a Rover Scout Crew at a nearby Forestry Training School, and there was a Scout
Troop at the school. Scouting was very popular and I continued in various capacities until the
movement was banned, except for Europeans and Asians, by Dr. Banda. As the government were
my employers I had, very regretfully, to resign. Ironically a Malawian Scouter who had received
the highest level of scout training with a view to becoming the national leader was taken into the
replacement Young Pioneers organisation. Its training manuals, apart from those concerned with
political and military matters, were virtually identical with those of the scouts.
Other tasks I undertook were acting as second-in command for running the Independence and
Republic celebrations. For a time just before the former event I was in charge as my chiefs
stomach ulcer blew up and Dr. Banda as an ex-UK GP confined him to bed. Consequently I was
summoned to the Presidential bungalow and had, most unusually, a private interview. I will never
know whether Dr. Banda did this deliberately or not. But everyone knew of this personal, private
briefing and it gave me the authority to countermand the Malawian ministers' and other
demands, by simply saying , The president wants...." No one else knew what was said but it can
now be revealed that the Life President wanted to be certain his unpublicised guests from South
Africa were properly looked after.
Another occasion which required some rapid quick thinking was the day before the Republic was
to be launched with a service and gun salute. Checking the already printed service with the
Malawi Rifles (ex-KAR) band we came to one hymn marked 'typical tumbuka tune'. The band
were non-plussed. I tried to contact Tom Colvin, a Scots missionary who had drawn up the order
of service: he was in Geneva. So I worked out the rhythm, and sang the melody to the band, with
the immediate response 'Inde, bwana' They certainly knew the tune and so the Republic of
Malawi was launched to the tune of the children's hymn "Jesus loves me this I know, 'cos the
Bible tells me so".
Yet another additional task was to run the Music and Dance Festivals which the new regime
introduced to revive and encourage traditional cultural activities. This involved using buses.
When running the first one in Mzuzu I persuaded the Nyasaland Bus company to run a relief
(duplicate) service bus about 150 miles to Chitipa (Fort Hill) and gratis 'private' hire back, 300
miles or so. And repeat the procedure to get the participants back home. Meeting the General
Manager at a play rehearsal in Limbe some months later he waxed indignant at the so-and-so
who had bamboozled his staff into making such an agreement. I kept my counsel. When
organising the next Festival in Blantyre I couldn't pull off the same arrangement and would incur
considerable up-front costs, which I might not re-coup if it rained. So I asked for a guarantee
against loss. I was told government didn't give guarantees. So I said "No guarantee, no festival."
They did not wish to upset the Minister, so accounting policy took a rapid U-turn.
The experience of having to make decisions and being responsible for one's own actions was not
necessarily always appropriate on returning to a more ordered, bureaucratic hierarchical regime
back home. Some ex-colonials failed to adapt but others went on to do very well in their second
careers. I returned to educational administration in Warwickshire but soon changed occupations
completely to become a government servant again. This time as an economist in the Home Civil
Service, with another enjoyable and varied second career, almost as incident ridden and exciting
as the first.
We finally left Malawi in January 1967. The children were growing up. I would need a job in the
UK and at the age of almost 36 it was getting rather late to start a new career. But most of all I
felt I had done as much as I could to carry out the job I had come out to do, that of helping the
country attain self-government.
The Author Adds
In addition to the chapter on 'Education' in Colin Baker's book Expatriate Experience Of Life
And Work In Nyasaland - there are many more anecdotes to do with my time in Africa of which here are a few I can remember.
Soon after acquiring our new Opel caravan, in fact the day after driving it up from Blantyre to
Dedza, to the Angoni Highlands hotel, where we spent a night or two before moving into our
house on the school site, I managed to crash the car. It skidded in loose sand on the road.
Completely inexperienced in driving on dirt roads, I had not realised the tyres were bone hard
having been prepared for the tarmac roads in the Blantyre/area, and that one avoided the soft
road edges, sticking to the (literally) crown of the road. Fortunately I was unhurt, and the car
could be driven - back down to Blantyre for the bodywork to be hammered out. The car served
us faithfully thereafter, for thousands of miles through mud, sand, rivers etc and often at 40 mph
on the corrugations - anything slower, and the car felt as though it was shaking to pieces, and
probably would have.
A memorable occasion was trusting an old map - that's all there were - when we, including
months-old Anne, took a 'road' from the Roman Catholic mission at Bembeke, down the 2000
foot escarpment to another RC mission at Mua near the Lake. The 'road' got steeper and steeper
and we suspected something was not quite right. But there was nowhere to turn and it was too
steep to back up. We knew, it when the abandoned 'road' was blocked by a fallen tree. The road
building had started but was soon abandoned.
But the only way out was to keep on going down. So having a long tow rope on board we
belayed the car round a tree and with the help of a friendly local walking by edged it on the slope
round the blockage with the baby in her basket - a cane-work 'cot' made by our gardener which
lasted for all four children and came back to the UK - by an open door to grab it if the car
disappeared down below. We managed this twice and then had to find a way through the woods
before reaching the open coast road and on to the Mission. The fathers were amazed as no other
vehicle had managed to traverse the 'road' as far as anyone knew. Returning to Dedza was
relatively easy as there was another road up the escarpment built when the first attempt was
abandoned. The story spread through the land and we were known throughout the land for this
I had two adventures with rivers and cars. Once with the Opel and Jean's parents in the car we
came to a river we had to cross by a ford. Not sure how deep it was, the passengers got out whilst
I gently drove the car on. It was actually shallow enough for them to wade across, it not having
been deemed advisable to try and reverse back.
On another occasion, travelling with the Deputy Chief Education Officer, Harry Hudson and his
wife returning from Likabula, on the edge of Mlanje mountain to Limbe, we diverted from the
usual route because of a flooded river. Harry had a Citroen which had a pneumatic body-lifting
arrangement, very useful where the roads had been eroded by flood water so the car could lower
itself down into the gap and up the other side. On one occasion the water was still flowing fast.
Harry and I wanted to try and drive through, but his wife said no. In retrospect, just as well, as I expect we would have been swept away.
As an Education Officer I had some interesting decisions to make, e.g. discovering that although
there was obviously a fixed date and time for the national Standard six exams, at a certain school,
the nuns had held it several days earlier. As it was remote and there were no phones in those
days, a blind eye or rather a deaf ear was called for.
There was a Unified Teachers Code of employment, rather better than some in the UK, and a
case came up in a primary school in Mlanje of a girl pupil becoming pregnant, by it was claimed,
one of the teachers. So a disciplinary tribunal was set up with the Regional Education Officer
me, as chairman and one representative of the teachers' union and one from the employers. I
asked that one of these be female. We heard evidence from the relevant parties and then I
arranged for the female rep to be alone with girl, my suggesting to the other male on the panei
we 'went for a beer' By the time of our return the woman had got the girl to reveal the identity
of the true father and the teacher was innocent. He, probably only person in the village with the
money to pay for the loss of a (virgin) bride-price, had been set up.
When it was clear that one of my District Education Officers was being distracted from his job
after some hints had failed to obtain an improvement, I mentioned to him that there was probably
a vacancy coming up far away in the Lower River area where it was very hot. Not a pleasant
posting, unlike the one he currently occupied. Nothing further needed to be said, and we
remained good colleagues as his work resumed its normal tenor.
An interesting job arouse when Mr Borley, Director of the Game, Fish and Tse-Tse control
department, based at Fort Johnston at the foot of Lake Nyasa, asked me to help with the problem
of tse-tse fly control as the tse caused cattle to weaken and die. His men went out on patrol and
caught the tse-tse, but where did the sighting take place? I devised a method by which they
recorded the direction in which they were moving and the time each observation was made. Thus
knowing the speed at which they were walking it became possible to make a rough map of the
I decided to try this out. A lift in a Land Rover to a remote spot in the bush, a few miles away
from the Boma (District HQ), from which I walked on. A little worrying in a clearing to come
across elephant droppings -probably days old - but how was I to know? - and then being laughed
at by baboons. I pointed my stick at them pretending it was a gun but they weren't fooled.
Arriving at a remote village the small children ran away in alarm - almost certainly the first
white person they had seen.
Mr Borley told me later the system worked. A pleasant by-product was that Jean, Anne and I
stayed for a couple of days or so in the local lakeshore hotel, expenses paid, at least mine!
We were involved with the Malawi Independence and Republic Celebrations on July 6 1966 and
1968? respectively. Brian Walker, an Admin Officer, two years behind me at Bury Grammar
School, was in charge at Independence with me as his deputy. Ten days before the day Brian
went down with a stomach ulcer, and Dr Banda, who had been a GP in N W London put him to
bed. So I was in charge. One task was arranging the seating plan on the podium in the Stadium where the main events took place. I carefully arranged excellent seats for
Jean and me! A difficulty arose when the Duke of Edinburgh's entourage included an additional
security man at the last minute, so a late re-arrangement persuading the dignitaries to move
along. The Malawian ministers wanted seats on the front row, but this was still a colonial affair,
so no go. They knew I had had a personal interview with the Dr B. but they didn't know any
details, so I simply said 'His Excellency wants it done this way.' In effect he had given me the
authority needed One minister I had to be firm with was a Mr Muwalo - the only person I have
known who has finished up at the end of a hangman's noose - for allegedly plotting to
overthrow Dr B.
Brian looked after some events, I did the others. There were several 'emergencies' One was
important guests stranded at the frontier and or even at Dar es Salaam. Had to organise clearance
and even an aeroplane. When I attended the final rehearsal at the Kanjedza Centre for the
Republic midnight hand-over service the programme was already printed. For one hymn it read
'typical Tumbuka' (tribal) tune. The KAR (later Malawi Rifles) military band looked blank.
Wfiiere was Tom Colvin, a Scots missionary who had devised that part of the service in
Geneva! So I worked out the metre, and the Republic of Malawi was launched to the tune of a
children's hymn 'Jesus loves me, This I know 'cos the Bible tells me so!', which the band knew
Problems were there to be solved. There was only enough seating for two outside events. So as
soon as the opening of the Independence Arch had finished and the guests departed, prisoners,
who had been hidden behind bushes rushed forward, put the seating on lorries to be taken to the
Before the State Balls Jean and I did the seating. At Independence Day the top European officials
were invited, but at Republic Day, when the African ministers were in charge, they invited those who
had done the work. It was quite a job keeping the Israeli apart from the the Arab etc.
One of the privileges I had was being elected by the Anglican Diocesan Synod as, I think, the
only non-Malawian, to the 11 man body which elected the first black bishop in Malawi. It was
Joseph Mtekateka from Mozambique to be Bishop of Lake Malawi, based on Likoma.
An enjoyable 'ulendo' (safari) was by government launch from Nkata Bay to Likoma to site the
new government secondary school. Government supplied some building material and steel
corrugated sheets for the roofing. This would be unloaded from a lake steamer and so I chose a
site, well away from the dominating cathedral and its influence, on an isthmus so the vessel
could choose to unload on the leeward side. Two of the local politicians complained to Mr
Chiume, the Minister of Education, that the colonialist officer, me, had ignored them. Tony
Davis told me that Chiume told them that if Mr Potter said that was the right place, so be it!
Unlike most officers I got on well with Chiume - perhaps because we are both 'vertically
challenged' and I didn't fear or suck up to him.
The first time I climbed Mlanje Mountain was with two rover scouts from the Forestry Crew. We
didn't have porters, which annoyed them. We set off for the summit but there was no map and we
actually arrived at the South Peak. We knew this because people had reached it from the other side of the mountain, whereas we had crossed from the Lichenya plateau, where we stayed in the
mountain hut club's hut. We were almost certainly the first recorded to make that journey, and
my companions were the first non-whites to use the hut.
On the way back to Dedza we had lunch with Mr Westrop, a tea-planter and Scout
Commissioner, and his wife. Jean had joined us, and while the men had a beer, Jean was chatting
to Mrs Westrop. She told Jean it would be the first time in her life she had sat down to a meal
with a black man and was very nervous; as a result, so was Jean. But the atmosphere changed
when the talk turned to the flora and Mrs W was astonished as my African colleagues knew the
Latin names of the various plants - they were foresters - and Mrs W was also a botanist, so the
A year or two later Jean and I with two children climbed the mountain with porters and with our
servant Tito carrying the baby on his back, to stay in the same hut. My chief memory is of Jean
and I making love in the heather under an African sky!
We still have on our wall a leopard skin which a villager brought to our door at Dedza in 1957.
had been killed at the village and there was then no market for the skin - that soon changed! We
paid 30/- for it, I think (1.50), and then had it cured by the Zambezi Mission people at Blantyre
for I think 3.00 pounds. The whole thing cost 4/10/- (4.50) We also have a snake skin I bought for
50p from a chap who came aboard the lake steamer the 'Ilala' whilst I was doing a ulendo
visiting village schools along the lake shore, not easily accessible by road.
This chapter has gone on long enough. There are many other stories - a trip across Northern
Rhodesia to the Copper Belt and back - with family and spare petrol and springs on board etc. -
travelling on an Arab dhow on the Lake - flying in a de Havilland single engine Beaver beating
up deer and crocodiles -and having one break down a hundred miles from my destination so
having to take the bus - driving our motor caravan on hairpin bids on dirt mountain roads - etc
Our last flight was dodging tropical storms as we flew in a DC3 to Beira to join the Ellerman
Lines' 'City of Exeter' for our final voyage home. A year before we had taken the 'Shaw Saville
'Northern Star' from Durban to Durban via Freemantle , Melbourne, Sydney, Auckland.
Rarotonga, Tahiti, Apulculco, Panama Canal, Curacao, Trinidad, Lisbon, and Southampton.
Three weeks in UK, and then Madeira, Cape Town and Durban. UDI declared in Rhodesia so
motor caravan and family booked on an Italian Lloyd Triestino vessel to Beira and then up to
Limbe by train.
On the City of Exeter a cargo vessel with luxury space and facilities for 100 passengers, we
called at Lourenco Marques, Durban, East London, Port Elizabeth, Cape Town, and Las Palma:
Gran Canaria. On this leg I met a man who later offered me a job as a result of our conversation.