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Eve Drewelowe's journals, volumes II-III, 1950s

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91. severe abdominal symptoms and vomiting for many hours. Small wonder then that I can recall so clearly our tropical hotel room with the sliding doors, and the avenues of palm trees where we strolled in the early evening before the stomach had completely subsided. Obviously the birds-nests, the smoked fish, the spiced eggs, smoked fish-eggs, the pickles and all the other goodies were too much for me. By this time, however, I was so accustomed to having foods disagree that I was beginning to take my up-sets for granted and nothing daunted me from trying again. It must have been a lively imagination, indeed, that concocted the quaint idea of a rice-taffel at the very beginning. I should enjoy knowing this individual, I am sure. In preparation for the vagabonding around the world, - for vagabonding it really turned out to be - we had a general itinerary established in our minds before we left home. In spite of this having some idea about what we wanted to do and see in each country our minds were not too definitely made up. It was better to have plans somewhat elastic with which might be met new circumstances that might arise; some freedom with which to encounter untoward conditions if need be; and latitude otherwise to allow some additional play in our activities. In the scheme we followed if we became enamoured with a certain setting we arranged to stay over until another boat. Then with the added time we first exhausted the more obvious possibilities which presented themselves and then elaborated on our own. We explored; we took side trips; we poked about; we searched for new material and we did as we pleased. But if it so happened that we didn't care about a place we

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91. severe abdominal symptoms and vomiting for many hours. Small wonder then that I can recall so clearly our tropical hotel room with the sliding doors, and the avenues of palm trees where we strolled in the early evening before the stomach had completely subsided. Obviously the birds-nests, the smoked fish, the spiced eggs, smoked fish-eggs, the pickles and all the other goodies were too much for me. By this time, however, I was so accustomed to having foods disagree that I was beginning to take my up-sets for granted and nothing daunted me from trying again. It must have been a lively imagination, indeed, that concocted the quaint idea of a rice-taffel at the very beginning. I should enjoy knowing this individual, I am sure. In preparation for the vagabonding around the world, - for vagabonding it really turned out to be - we had a general itinerary established in our minds before we left home. In spite of this having some idea about what we wanted to do and see in each country our minds were not too definitely made up. It was better to have plans somewhat elastic with which might be met new circumstances that might arise; some freedom with which to encounter untoward conditions if need be; and latitude otherwise to allow some additional play in our activities. In the scheme we followed if we became enamoured with a certain setting we arranged to stay over until another boat. Then with the added time we first exhausted the more obvious possibilities which presented themselves and then elaborated on our own. We explored; we took side trips; we poked about; we searched for new material and we did as we pleased. But if it so happened that we didn't care about a place we