May 11, 1968

We've been Panamanian all morning, and now we're Maltese again. It's the third time this week. Food running low. Honestly, though, and you know me, never one to take offence, but these Chinese are a, well, funny lot. Last night they came into my cabin in aprons and threw soy sauce all over me. I must say, I mean it takes all sorts, but some people have got very funny taste, haven't they?