I was told that one British soldier who had succumbed to the Chinese propaganda in order to get privileges and a better existence in camp, had “jumped ship”. This left only one “turncoat” soldier who was confined in the ship’s brig under guard for his own safety, to continue his journey to “Blighty”.
Shore leave at Singapore allowed me the luxury of a real Chinese haircut, at a salon close to the Raffles Hotel, as a first step towards easing myself back into an almost forgotten lifestyle and normality.
During our voyage down the South China Sea we experienced a typhoon. The ship must have been running with it as the bow dipped low into the water to be followed by the stern rising and the propellers coming completely out of the water. This thoroughly shook the ship from bow to stern. Rather frightening especially as it occurred during the night, but quite an experience in retrospect.