Letters from Arthur Seaforth Blackburn to his family, 1941 - Part 5

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27/441 Dear Family I have just had a most intereeting day and instead of trying to describe thungs to you without mentioning names, I have decided to write a letter telling you all about our travels andthen to hold is until after we reach our destination & are at libery to mention names, He lest fort of all in Australia was as of course you must have guessed, Fremantle. After we left there, we steaned almost due north until we were nearly sufpocated with heat & until we got to a point wease one your crway left us & sailed away to singapore. We then made for Donwo which we reached yesterday. I day begre we readed Colombo the convay was divided nito two- we & another big ship cming nite here & two other very big shys into a naval port elsewhere in Ceylan - even although this will not be cont until we have ginally arrived I dont think I ought to mention te name of that port, as it is a special war place I understand. The warbou here is an entec artifical one. There is an invence breakwater which runs out in a half circle and has two narrow breaks in it through which slips enter. When they have entered they moor just inside same some few hundred yauds aff Shore. Today evenyone was granted leave. He only way to get asare was down the gangway into tugs & this was a show ousiners. The first lot left at 7302.mn & the last didnt got away witl about 10.15. I got ashore about 9.30. As it was Sunday
and as I felt that I wanted a blaw after the breat we have bad inisted of trying to find what shops were open on Surday. I and five others arranged for a car to be waiting for us & left immediately in it for Lardy, an ancient City of Ceylon, 74 miles from Clointe & right up in the mountains. We had lunsh there & wondered about the place sight seeing until the late afteroon when we returned to Colombo, had a beautiful bath at the G.O.H Grand Oricutal Hotel and then returned to tle slup - again per tug for denner. Tomorrow I am going aslore again and this time will be first Asbore at 7:30 a.m. I wish I could describe to you all the worders of this place and of the road in to Kardy. Colombe itself is the most amaning minture of magnificent up todate buildings and wretched native slops & dwellings. We startd this morning from a place pronting the sea, called galle Face gerdens, It is torted in throo siles by hage any buidings all very trim & neat & wodern. We then drove through the European pertion otle town- be fort itself in which the European shops itc are placed. We then moved on out to the native quarters, along a quaer twieting stret with no footfaths & every shop & bouse opening onto the edge of the road, until we cane to the mam kandy road. The natue street was be usual dirty Asiatic collection of fruit shops, cheap rag shops, curio shops, drinking dess + coffee shops interstersed with butchers slop, balers, laundries etc. He Dutchers slop have te weat jully exposed to the stredt wid no cave wbateves. One tenible locking salers rhop had a sign up wdding cakes will be made to suit you all- rih, por, big or little" Jammed between a butchers shop and a horible looking place marked Hotel _ a single room not as large as our front farch with one counter of bottles cntaining
horrible colored esquid - was a slop with a sign up: I white- Dr of mesicine. Trained in Cirope and the clexpest in CoCombo?. Inside the Shop sat an enermous greasy native who I presume was the Dr. When we emerged onts the Lardy Road the change was extremely warked. The road itself is very much used + very well made. Te growth beve is absolutely amaying and everything is green & fresh looking. Tbe road starts off through paddy fields (rice) & then runs on sometimes bounded by pine-apple plantation, somstimes by rubber, banana, tea of a misture of all these plantations + then suddenly again amongst paddy fields. He paddy fields are almost ineccribable, they consist of thisk stinking wid always under water. So for as I can judge there must be no fined planting time as some fields we sew today were just being ploughed; some were being planted, same bad the rise just Asfearing in sight and some bad it two or three feet high. The ploughing of it is almost unbelievable. The whole field is first plooded from the iunumerable streams & nivers. Hhe plough is then harnessed to one o two water busfalves + a notive strys stark naked + drives the plough into te field, plough, busfaloe & man then all sink thr or four feet into the most filthy mess of stinking mud that you cnmagine & every inch of the mud is stured up. The baffaloes apperently lave the mad as every now & then one las downs wolls over sover in it to the H Accompaniment of shrill cries from the nabed rative in clarge & the dopen a so others looking on and the fort or fifty others in the neighbourhod, Evenyone then rishes at the buffale & be is urged & driven into his feet by everyone mollowing in the mid at onr. The native life in the jungle between the paddy fields & beyond them is just amaying. The whole place is
water ovor themselves with bushets. Or they may be washing their clothes which they do by some amaying means without Soap + yet get thai garments apparently spotlessly white. All this you must understand is gaing on every few yards along the whole 74 miles of road. The road itself carries a steady stream of trappie which it is just beyond my power to describe. It is just wide enough to take two cars abreast with Confrt in most places although wides here othre At no stage of the whole trip were there any potpects, be edge of the road being shop, native luits, paddy filds or ceeks. Along this narrow road are travelling first the noter cars + an endless strean of noter buss each packed to capacity with natives & all travelling at leat 30 1 PH & wore often 40. Owing to the constant turnaal & meandrings of human beings and other vehicles on the road every noter belide driver is sanding his born almost unceasingly all the time & the din from this is terrific. But that is only a small part ofils row. Along the road, going in both directions, is an unending strean of petestrians woman, children, old men, criples, Budhiist priests, anjurors beggars, trademan such as bakers etc curying buge bones of bread balanced on their heads gold fat nen with comeone ruming on front of them bolding an umbrella over them & trying to make way for their mesters the fat nen, whilst running backwards + forwards across the roads are swarnis + swarnes of little naked boys, naked tat is onegt for the flinsiest of flimsy overings around their misdles & wee little fat girls quite nalied encgt for a shirt or petticnt about six iches wide. All there sabes have the most mawellous broze colored glistening
bodies, bathed in perspiration & the most engaging goins while slow a ron of gleaming white teeth. As they never ston dashing across & up + down the road + the moty vehicles never seacen sped + their parents never stop shrill shouts of waring to them which the baves answer with Shricks & gungles stil wore shrilly you can inagine the uproar, nobody ever seems to be bit lya notr o & everyone retains the most perfect good temper, grins & jokes in te rative larguage which, our ariver told us, were mostly much too lewd + foal to rejeat being bandied about in all directions. As if this is not enough to make pandemenium + what should be in thery the most hopeless trafpic jumt, every few yards along tls road is a natuve cart drawn by one or two of the entraordinary native cittle. They are only abou thre feet bigh with a most curiaus hump on the back actes clouebr. They look the utter picture of slow, contented, docility & are the only things -encopt msters _ used for transport. Along every road & street in the cities & in the country they plod along chaving their cud. They are guided by a ring through the nose to which a rein is fastored each side. They draw an entraadinan looking native sart. It is usually two whield - very occasionally 4 wherted It cnsists of not morethan 4 a at to most 5 planks laid enderys & about 4 feet long. Over this is a round clongater canopy of palm leaves thatched & matted together to make a sun proof oover the wlole being utterly springlas + resting up wooden wheels about 2456 bigh. In this sart everything is carried from clear Lurdry to manure pirapples, paw-paws, pigs, loads of earth, rice and on top of it
able sie the family. He vate of pogress is about 2 miles for hour I should think & all the people in the cart are unceasingly talking in their shrill voices to each other + to every passer by on berd As if this were not enough complication, various strog animals Are wandering about the road, figs, goats, deer, + che fowls, a native crow which seems to be ceaslenly under the vehicle & Damehow or other just escaping in time to be killed - I lavent seen one dead anthe road as we occasinal se dead wagpies Although there must be 100 oftern to every magpie we see. and ben last but woe least every now + then along the road comes a huge o big elephant lumbering along with his ears twitching & his trink waving about & trying to steal bananasor green feed out of the native carts on the road. believe me, my daars, the result of all this is quite indescribable & bewildering but the most intensely interesting & outtwalling pisture which I have ever seen. At one place on the read we stayed & were told to look at the trees on eash side of be road. They were all just covered all over with langing black olyects about a foct o 18 long & rather round & flat. suddenly are maved + then another flew from one tree to Anotherg we realised they were "flying jones: _ a species of bats which sford the hours of daylight hanging in the trees + come out At night. There were literally thousands & thousands of them as far as it was possible to see. mydears this is the seventh page so I must stop this letter & goon with the news in the nent with much lave to you all, dears Ohynct Daddy

27/4/41 

Dear Family, 
I have just had a most interesting day and 
instead of trying to describe things to you without mentioning names, 
I have decided to write a letter telling you all about our travels 
and then to hold it until after we reach our destination & are at 
liberty to mention names. The last port of call in Australia, was 
as of course you must have guessed, Fremantle. After we left 
there, we steamed almost due north until we were nearly 
suffocated with the heat & until we got to a point where one of our 
convoy left us & sailed away to Singapore. We then made for 
Colombo which we reached yesterday. A day before we reached  
Colombo the convoy was divided into two - we and another big ship 
coming into here & two other very big ships into a naval port 
elsewhere in Ceylon - even although this will not be sent until 
we have finally arrived I don't think I ought to mention the name  
of that port, as it is a special war place I understand. The 
harbour here is an entirely artifical one. There is an immense 
breakwater which runs out in a half circle and has two 
narrow breaks in it through which ships enter. When they have 
entered they moor just inside same some few hundred yards 
off shore. Today everyone was granted leave. The only way to 
get ashore was down the gangway into tugs & this was a slow 
business. The first lot left at 7.30 a.m & the last didn't get away 
until about 10.15. I got ashore about 9.30. As it was Sunday

 

and as I felt that I wanted a blow after the heat we have had 
instead of trying to find what shops were open on Sunday. I and five 
others arranged for a car to be waiting for us & left immediately in it for 
Kandy, an ancient city of Ceylon, 74 miles from Colombo & right up in 
the mountains. We had lunch there & wandered about the place sight 
seeing until the late afternoon when we returned to Colombo, had a 
beautiful bath at the G.O.H (Grand Oriental Hotel) and then returned 
to the ship - again per tug for dinner. Tomorrow I am going ashore again 
and this time will be the first at 7.30am. I wish I could 
describe to you all the wonders of this place and of the road up to Kandy. 
Colombo itself is the most amazing mixture of magnificent up to date 
buildings and wretched native shops & dwellings. We started this morning 
from a place fronting the sea, called Galle Face Gardens. It is 
bounded on three sides by huge airy buildings, all very trim & neat 
& modern. We then drove through the European portion of the town - the Fort 
itself in which the European shops etc are placed. We then moved on 
out to the native quarters, along a queer twisting street with no 
footpaths & every shop & house opening onto the edge of the road, until 
we came to the main Kandy road. The native street was the usual 
dirty Asiatic collection of fruit shops, cheap rag shops, curio shops, 
drinking dens & coffee shops interspersed with butchers shop, bakers, 
laundries etc. The butcher's shop have the meat fully exposed to the 
street with no cover whatever. One terrible looking baker's shop 
had a sign up " Wedding Cakes will be made to suit you all - 
rich, poor, big or little". Jammed between a butcher's shop and 
a horrible looking place marked "Hotel" - a single room not 
as large as our front porch with one counter of bottles containing

 

horrible colored liquid-was a shop with a sign up “ J White-Dr. of  
medicine. Trained in Europe and the cheapest in Colombo”. Inside the shop 
sat an enormous greasy native who I presume was the Dr. When we 
emerged onto the Kandy Road the change was extremely marked. The 
road itself is very much used & very well made. The growth here 
is absolutely amazing and everything is green & fresh looking. The 
road starts off through paddy fields (rice) &  then runs on sometimes 
bounded by pine-apple plantation, sometimes  by rubber, banana, tea 
or a mixture of all these plantation & then suddenly again amongst paddy 
fields. The paddy are almost indescribable. They consist of thick stinking, 
mud always under water. So far as I can judge there must be no 
fixed planting time as some fields we saw today were just being 
“ploughed“, some were being planted, some had the rice just 
appearing in sight and so we had it two or three feet high. The ploughing 
of it is almost unbelievable. The whole field is first flooded from the 
innumerable streams & rivers. The plough is then harnessed to one or two  
water buffaloes & a native strips stark naked & drives the plough  
into the field, plough, buffaloe & man then all sink three or four 
feet into the most filthy mess of stinking mud that you can imagine 
& every inch of the mud is stirred up. The buffaloes apparently 
love the mud as very now & then one lies down & rolls over 
& over in it to the sh accompaniment of shrill cries from the naked 
native in charge & the dozen or so others looking on and the forty or 
fifty others in this neighbourhood. Everyone then rushes at the buffaloe 
& he is urged & driven onto his feet by everyone wallowing in the 
mud at once. The native life in the jungle between the paddy  
fields & beyond them is just amazing. The whole place is

 

one teeming mass of human beings, all nearly naked - the males that is 
and all in a constant bath of perspiration. Whenever the ground is 
flat there are paddy fields & every gully & valley bounding the road 
as it winds up the hills is planted with rice in this manner. Where the 
rice fields end & the jungle starts up the side of the hill, you can 
see hut after hut where the natives live. Their houses vary from an 
occasional one of three or four rooms down to a one roomed hovel but 
they all seem to have one thing in common an open door or slit in the 
front and no windows. I want you to realise that these native huts  
are not just in occasional villages. Where there are villages there are 
shops etc. all built right on the edge of the road as in Colombo itself. 
For the whole 74 miles from Colombo to Kandy I doubt if you could 
find any stretch of 200 yds where you couldn't see, either in the trees 
alongside the road or across the paddy fields as the case might be, numerous native huts. Here 
& there alongside the road is a mud hole or creek or water hole. In most 
of them the water is the color of thick mud and in these cattle, buffaloes 
& human beings all bath together in the thick humid atmosphere. The 
buffaloes stand in the deep part with just their noses just sticking out, the 
humans - all males or else children - splash or swim about & the 
cattle stand or lie in the shallower part and are scrubbed down by 
the natives & children. The noise that goes on all this time with 
splashing and laughing & crying out is amazing. Here and there 
along side the road there will be a stream of clear water or 
a well of clear water. In this there will be varying number 
of human beings - sometimes one , sometimes half a dozen, some 
adults, some children washing themselves & pouring the clear

 

water over themselves with buckets. Or they may be washing their clothes 
which they do by some amazing means without soap & yet get their 
garments apparently spotlessly white. All this you must understand 
is going on every few yards along the whole 74 mile of road. 
The road itself carries a steady stream of traffic which it is 
just beyond my power to describe. It is just wide enough to take 
two cars abreast with comfort in most places, although wider here & there, 
at no stage of the whole trip were there any footpaths, the edge of the road 
being shops, native huts, paddy fields or creeks. Along this narrow road 
are travelling first the motor cars & an endless stream of motor buses each 
packed to capacity with natives & all travelling 30 m.p.h & more 
often 40. Owing to the constant turmoil & meanderings of human beings 
and other vehicles on the road every motor vehicle driver is 
sounding his horn almost unceasingly all the time & the din from 
this is terrific. But that is only a small part of the row. Along 
the road, going in both directions, is a unending stream of pedestrians, 
women, children, old men, cripples, Budhist priests, conjurors, 
beggars, tradesmen such as bakers etc carrying huge boxes of 
bread balanced on their heads, & old fat men with someone running 
in front of them holding an umbrella over them & trying to make 
way for their masters the fat men, whilst running backwards & 
forwards across the roads are swarms & swarms of little 
naked boys, naked that is except for the flimsiest of flimsy 
coverings around their middles & wee little fat girls quite 
naked except for a shirt or petticoat about six inches wide. All 
these babes have the most marvellous brown colored glistening 

 


bodies, bathed in perspiration & to the most engaging grins which show 
a row of gleaming white teeth. As they never stop dashing across & 
up & down the road & the motor vehicles never slacken speed & 
their parents never stop shrill shouts of warnings to them which the 
babes answer with shrieks & gurgles, still more shrilly you can 
imagine the uproar. Nobody ever seems to be hit by a motor car 
& everyone retains the most perfect good temper, grins & jokes in 
the native language which, our driver told us, were mostly 
much to lewd  & foul to repeat being bandied about in all 
directions. As if this is not enough to make pandemonium & 
what should be in theory the most hopeless traffic jamb, every 
few yards along the road is a native cart drawn by one or 
two of the extraordinary native cattle. They are only about three 
feet high with a most curious hump on the back at the shoulder. 
They look the utter picture of slow, contented ,docility & are the 
only things - except motors - used for transport. Along every road & 
street in the cities & in the country they plod along chewing their 
cud. They are guided by a ring through the nose to which a 
rein is fastened each side. They draw an extraordinary looking 
native cart. It is usually two wheeled - very occasionally 4 wheeled. 
It consists of not more then 4 or at the most 5 planks laid endways 
&  about 4 feet long. Over this is a round elongated canopy of palm 
leaves thatched & matted together to make a sun proof cover the whole 
being utterly springless & resting up wooden wheels about 2 ft 6 
high. In this cart everything is carried from clean laundry to manure, 
pineapples, paw-paws, pigs, loads of earth, rice and on top of it

 

all sit the family. The rate of progress is about 2 miles per hour 
I  should think & all the people in the cart are unceasingly talking  
in their shrill voices to each other & to every passer by on the road. 
As if this were not enough complication, various stray animals 
are wandering about the road, pigs, goats, deer & also fowls & 
a native crow which seems to be ceaselessly under the vehicle & 
somehow or other just escaping in time to be killed - I haven’t 
seen one dead on the roads as we occasionally see dead magpies 
although there must be 100 of them to every magpie  we see. And 
then last but not least every now & then along the road 
comes a huge fi big elephant lumbering along with his 
ears twitching & his trunk waving about & trying to steal 
bananas or green feed out of the natives cart on the road. 
Believe me, my dears, the results of all this is quite indescribable 
& bewildering but the most intensely interesting & enthralling 
picture which I have ever seen. At one place on the road 
we stopped & were told to look at the trees on each side of 
the road. They were all just covered all over with hanging 
black objects about a foot or 18” long & rather round & flat. 
Suddenly one moved & then another flew from one tree to 
another & we realised they were “flying foxes” - a species of bats 
which spend the hours of daylight hanging in the trees & come out 
at night. There were literally thousands & thousands of them as 
far as it was possible to see. 
My dears this is the seventh page so I must stop this letter 
& go on with the news in the next.
With much love to you all, dears 
Daddy. 


JK Cupril

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