Part VI of the Binkevicius journey to Australia on the ship, Nelly.
August 14th – The Long Wait
I woke up early again, just before 5
a.m., and went on deck to check on our progress. The ship was still anchored in
Naples, and the view of the city’s grandeur made it clear—we were still very
much in Europe. It turned out that the departure had been delayed because the
captain had persuaded a mother to stay behind in Naples with her sick, bleeding
child, a heartbreaking situation that pushed our departure back further.
Despite the delay, we finally
reunited with my wife and daughter after an hour. They had been pleased with
their accommodations, and we were all glad to be together again. The excitement
of setting off on the journey ahead started to take over, so we headed to
breakfast. The pilot boats and smaller vessels were busy around the ship,
making it clear that our departure was imminent.
Breakfast was surprisingly
hearty—eggs, cheese, butter, marmalade, coffee, and milk. We ate our fill
before climbing up onto the deck. By the time we stepped outside, Nelly
had finally set sail. We were well beyond the Italian coast by then, heading
into the vast Mediterranean. The day was bright, and the sea was calm. There
were so many new things to take in—the ship, the endless horizon, the
excitement of moving toward a new life. I couldn’t help but feel a little
lighter as we sailed on.
It was nice to see some familiar
faces on board, like Mr. Pov. Luknas and his “lady of the heart.” They were
traveling with us and, as we soon learned, would be married in Australia. We
passed between the island of Capri and the mainland, and as the ship turned
left to sail along the coast, the reality of what we were doing—what we were
leaving behind—started to sink in.
As we sailed further, I couldn't help
but notice how many of the other passengers were already showing signs of
seasickness. Even in the calm conditions, some were struggling. I heard the
snap of cameras as people tried to capture the moment, but one careless
passenger lost his camera overboard, and another dropped his green glasses into
the Tyrrhenian Sea. We all laughed, but I think we were all secretly relieved
it wasn’t us.
As evening fell, we passed the famous
volcano of Stromboli, which erupted twice in a dramatic display of power,
sending a mushroom cloud into the air as if to bid us farewell. The sight of it
was both thrilling and terrifying. By nightfall, we entered the Strait of
Messina. From the deck, we could see a cluster of lights shining from a
distance, perhaps 10 kilometers away, the only sign of life in the dark stretch
of water.
August 15th – The Restless Sea
That night, the ship rocked more than
I had expected. Around 3:30 a.m., I woke up to a big sway, and several
neighbors of mine did too. At first, we thought it might be a storm, but there
was no storm, only a larger set of waves as we sailed deeper into the
Mediterranean. The sea was much more restless, and as the day wore on, the
waves only grew more turbulent.
The Mediterranean can be
unpredictable, especially closer to Crete. The sea was treacherous, and many
passengers, including my son and I, started feeling unwell. We felt a little
queasy at first, but thankfully, it passed. We heard that the ship, Nelly,
was limping along due to only two of its four engines working. Some sailors
claimed that three engines were working, but no one was quite sure. Regardless,
we noticed that other ships were overtaking us, and we couldn’t keep up with
them. We were slowing down, and it was frustrating.
The food situation continued to be...
well, excessive. The ship's kitchen was serving us lavish meals—too lavish, in
fact. There was so much food that much of it was left uneaten and tossed
overboard. Watching so much waste happen right in front of me was hard to
stomach. It seemed criminal to see so much food thrown away when so many people
around the world were starving. It was especially painful to think of those we
had left behind in the camps in Germany, Lithuania, or even Siberia, who were
struggling to survive. How I wished I could share this excess with them.
In the midst of all this, tragedy
struck. A child died on board, and we had a corpse with us now. The mother’s
decision to come on the ship with her sick child seemed like an ill-fated one,
and it cost the child’s life. A "script" card was issued to each
passenger for purchases at the ship's store—my daughter received $1.50, and the
rest of us $4.50. I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was all some kind of
punishment, a reminder that after so many years of starvation, we were now
being “rewarded” with too much.
August 16th – The Child’s Funeral
That evening, the sea grew even
rougher, and we were rocked by high waves. We were all doing well, but many
others were bedridden, unable to keep any food down. I thought it was a
strange, harsh reminder of the journey we were on—the constant turmoil, both
outside and inside us.
In the afternoon, we had to witness a
child’s funeral. The child’s body, wrapped in a Panamanian flag, was lowered
into the sea after a short Orthodox service. The ship's engines were stopped
during the ceremony, and the ship rocked violently in the waves, making the
entire event feel even more surreal. The captain and officers participated in
the service, dressed in sombre clothes. The rough sea made the funeral seem
like a part of some larger, cosmic event, as though nature itself was marking
the occasion.
Some of the sailors laughed and joked
about the “fresh wind,” while the passengers, sombre and quiet, watched as a
pod of dolphins appeared beside the ship. It was a strange contrast—the beauty
of the dolphins, the death of the child, and the tumultuous sea.
August 17th – Slowing Down
The next day, the sea had calmed
slightly. Nelly was sailing much slower now, her speed reduced from 18
miles per hour to only 10-12. We had made 280 miles on the first day, but only
230 on the second day. Despite the slower pace, the passengers seemed to be in
good spirits, many of them gathering on deck.
In the evening, a group of
Lithuanians—about a hundred of us—gathered together and sang Lithuanian songs
under the dark sky. As our voices filled the air, it felt like a moment of
connection to the past, to the people and the homeland we had left behind. We
were scattered across the Mediterranean, but for that brief moment, we were all
united.
The weather was getting warmer and
more humid as we sailed on, a reminder that we were leaving Europe behind and
heading toward a new world. The uncertainty of the journey still loomed, but
there was a sense of anticipation building. What would Australia be like? Would
we find a new home there, or would we face more hardship?
August 18 – Approaching Port Said
By the morning of August 18, we still
couldn’t see land, but there were signs that it was near. A single seagull
soared past us, and we could spot the sails of small boats on the horizon. This
meant land was close. Onboard, more air conditioners were put into operation to
cool the ship, a sign that we were nearing warmer climates.
We had already watched two films on
the ship: “Australia Today” and “The Show.” Both films were
filled with vibrant images of fruit and food displays—something we had become
used to seeing after the plentiful meals on board. These visual representations
of a peaceful, abundant life in Australia were not surprising anymore. After a year
of starvation and scarcity, seeing so much food felt almost overwhelming, but
we had quickly adapted. The films weren’t boring, but they did leave us
wondering about the reality of what we were about to encounter. Would Australia
be as glorious as the films showed? What awaited us beyond the horizon?
After breakfast, we saw the first
signs of land—Port Said appeared on the horizon. The city seemed to float on
water, its brick buildings lined up along the low-lying shore. A pilot boat
arrived alongside us, and soon the Arabs took over the steering of the ship as
we entered the shallow waters. The silt from the sea bed stirred up beneath us,
making the water appear murky and dark. A motorboat carrying police officers
came to check the ship’s documents, but everything seemed to be in order.
As we sailed past the beach and a
prominent monument, we entered the harbor. The scene was busy and colorful,
filled with ships from all over the world, and the port was lively with
activity. British soldiers waved at us from a military ship as we passed by,
and the area felt charged with energy. Small boats filled with Arabs surrounded
us, offering all sorts of goods—leather products, carpets, and various
trinkets. The prices, especially for foreign currency like dollars, were
incredibly cheap compared to Germany. It felt like a bazaar on water.
Most of the Arabs were friendly and
polite, but there were exceptions. One fellow traveller, Mr. White, was conned
when he tried to buy shoes for his wife. He paid the Arab $10 through a basket
on a string, but the Arab returned only $4, pocketing the extra $2. Another traveller,
a Pole, was swindled when an Arab sold him a handbag for $3 and then
disappeared with both the money and the bag. These incidents were a reminder
that, despite the warmth of the people, there was a shadow of opportunism
lurking in the harbor.
As the day turned to evening, the
view of Port Said from the ship was magnificent, especially with the city
lights sparkling across the water. The jazz band on board, which had been
improving with every passing day, played music that lifted the spirits of the
passengers. Suddenly, a large luxury ship with a glowing dance hall sailed past
us, its lights dazzling in the night. Passengers on our ship started shouting,
“Umtauschen!” or “Change ships!” in jest, but we all knew it was a fantasy—this
was our ship, and we had to make do with what we had.
The Morning of August 19 – Sailing
Through the Suez Canal
The next morning, when we woke up, we
found ourselves at the 62nd kilometer of the Suez Canal, surrounded by other
ships. The ships were moving slowly to avoid causing any accidents or washing
up on the banks. We sailed through a narrow channel, passing British military
camps and bases along the coastline. British military planes flew overhead, a
constant reminder that this was a highly sensitive international zone.
As we moved further through the
canal, we passed a camp where a group of camels was grazing. One of our Russian
fellow travelers shouted to his wife to see them—apparently, she was a fan of
smoking "Camel" cigarettes. The sight of those animals, used as
symbols of the desert and the Middle East, was both surreal and fascinating.
The entire journey seemed to be a collection of odd, unique experiences that
would stay with us for years.
At some point, we entered the largest
lake in the canal, which resembled a vast sea. Here, the ships stopped for a
while to allow the passage of ships sailing in the opposite direction. It was a
strange sight—18 ships gathered in one spot, all of them waiting for clearance
to continue. The sun blazed down on us, and we had to shield ourselves from its
intensity with hats and sunglasses. The heat was oppressive, but it was also
the first real taste of what awaited us in Australia—a land of sun, deserts, and
open space.
Despite the physical discomfort, we
tried to keep ourselves occupied. On deck, a group of passengers attended
English lessons conducted by Mr. Petrauskas, a young man who would later be
ordained as a priest in Australia. Rimas, one of the other passengers,
contributed to the lessons as well. We were all distracted by the surroundings,
the waiting, the heat. Fatigue began to settle in, and the excitement from
earlier began to wear off.
We had been on this ship for a while
now, and the journey was beginning to feel like an endless passage. But at the
same time, we were getting closer—closer to that unknown land of Australia that
loomed in all our minds.
August 20 – Struggling in the Red Sea
We entered the Gulf of Suez, and at
first, our ship, the Nelly, was making good speed. But it wasn’t long
before things took a turn. After a few hours, the ship stopped. The engines cut
off, and we found ourselves stranded in complete darkness. The lights went out,
and the air conditioning, which had already been a luxury in the heat, stopped
working too. The cabins quickly became as hot as an oven, and the air felt
thick with the weight of the stifling heat.
Large waves pushed us toward the
distant shore. It was a chaotic situation—panicked passengers, a ship stuck in
the dark, and a crew trying to fix whatever had gone wrong. This tense and
uncomfortable period lasted from 9 to 11 PM. During that time, all we could do
was sit and sweat, trying to stay calm while the ship seemed helpless in the
vast expanse of water.
Then, suddenly, the engines started
back up, and the ship began to move again, slowly at first, but then at a
normal speed. The sighs of relief from the passengers were almost audible as
the Nelly regained its motion.
August 21 – Surrounded by Water
On the 20th, we left the last
landmass behind, and by the next day, we found ourselves completely surrounded
by water. There was no sign of land in any direction. The real journey was now
underway, the full isolation of the sea setting in.
That day, we had a test alarm. A
"manoeuvre" was carried out to show everyone how to react in case of
an emergency. The ship was now only moving at 11 miles per hour, and people
were starting to joke about it, calling the Nelly an "old
woman"—no longer the sprightly vessel it once was.
The heat was unbearable. We passed the
Two Brothers—two small islands in the middle of the Red Sea. It felt
like we were passing through a furnace. The sea was growing hotter, the air
thick with humidity, and everyone was drenched in sweat.
Flying fish darted past us, looking
like flashes of silver in the sun, and we joked about them being flying
herrings. To combat the oppressive heat, we were given more salted food, which
we had learned was a way to replenish what we were losing in sweat. But this
only made many of us feel more frustrated and impatient with the situation.
August 22 – No Escape from the Heat
The next night, the heat became
unbearable. My sheets and pillows were soaked through by morning, and it was
clear that many others were suffering too. People avoided going to the dining
hall, where the heat was suffocating. Instead, many of us spent time on deck,
hoping to catch a breath of cooler air. But there was little to be found. The
ocean around us was calm, but the heat remained unrelenting.
Dolphins appeared in the distance,
performing acrobatics in the water. We watched, fascinated by their grace, but
even the sight of dolphins couldn’t relieve the exhaustion. Everyone seemed to
be growing tired of the Red Sea, longing for it to be over. We were stuck
between two hot deserts—trapped in a literal and figurative oven.
Some passengers, desperate for any
relief, took to sleeping on the deck. The evening air wasn’t much cooler, but
it was a break from the oppressive heat below. It became a strange sort of
community ritual—people bringing their mattresses and blankets up to the deck,
searching for whatever coolness they could find. A few even climbed into the
lifeboats to try and get some sleep, while others scrambled onto the roof above
the deck, trying to escape the heat below.
August 23 – Strained Atmosphere
The captain wasn’t pleased with the
situation. He ordered all the ship’s property to be taken back inside. The
passengers were being too unruly, and the sight of people crowding the deck and
climbing into strange places must have seemed like disorder. But when the
police (some of whom were spies from the International Refugee Organization)
came to move people back inside, a confrontation nearly broke out. The police
gave up after a brief standoff, realizing that the passengers were too restless
to be controlled.
As the night wore on, the situation
continued to worsen. More people fell ill, some from fever, others from the
heat. The ship’s hospital became a haven for the sick, with even Lithuanian Mr.
Točka helping out. The dining room, once a place for socializing and eating,
had become a literal hot oven. Many passengers avoided it altogether.
Twice, the Nelly had to stop
for about half an hour—once for an 83-year-old woman who had fallen seriously
ill and passed away. The ship stopped again for her funeral, a sombre event
that added to the tension on board.
August 24 – A Dangerous Turn
By August 24, the ship finally seemed
to regain some of its former strength. The engines appeared to be working
again, and the Nelly was able to move faster. But the relief was
short-lived. As the ship’s speed increased, we began to notice sparks flying
from the chimneys, signs of burning oil. A fire risk loomed over us, and the
ship’s firefighters had to act quickly, using water jets to extinguish the
flames before they could spread. Fortunately, the danger passed, but it was a
reminder that our journey was far from smooth sailing.
That evening, the ship's officers
gathered the passengers to give a warning. There had been rising tensions
between different national groups on board. The Poles and Ukrainians, in
particular, had been clashing, and the officers cautioned against further
animosity. It was a reminder that the stress of the journey was starting to
unravel the civility of the passengers.
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