1968

Here we are in our new home. The journey was long because of head winds which made the Pan Am authorities route the plane by Mong-ray-ahl instead of the polar route. The Mong-ray-ahl-ers were very sluggish about loading petrol (gas) but perhaps this was because the temperature was 0° Fahrenheit (32 degrees of frost). I had been feeling terribly hot in my thornproof suit so walked to the rear door. All doors open but no one allowed out. Before I knew where I was I found out what 32 degrees of frost means. I thought I would not feel warm again! We had sunset for about two hours – blood-red sky. Then Los Angeles looking like a marvellous garden of flowers made out of precious stones.