I started this letter at four o' clock this afternoon but with dressing for dinner, it was really a big affair because the Consul is leaving us tomorrow; the Captain telling yarns; and Chuck and I going over most of our life history it is now eleven o' clock or so. This evening the salon walls were covered with the flags of the respective countries in which the passerngers will take their leave and the menu was dedicated to Mr. Myers because he is first to leave. I could ramble on for hours but I have hit the high points even though the spelling and use of words are bad.