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Four o/c this morning land in sight at last. Seven o/c sees us anchored inside the harbour which is cut off from the main water by a concrete breakwater. As soon as we pulled up into our position we were
very soon surrounded on all sides with negroes with boat loads of tropical fruits of all descriptions. Several, more eager to earn money than the others
climed (sic) up the ships side to the upper deck & gave exibitions (sic) of diving for 4/- a dive.

Soldiers aboard a transport en route to Egypt
watch as a local boy prepares to dive off one of the davits into the harbour.
