England to Australia thirteen days. The obsessed my mind and night. The wish to fly Australia in record rapidly grew into firm determination. No-one faith in me myself, and who blame them. I somehow that I do it and was up to to prove it. the money. So was needed. Where I find hundreds pounds? After many months of fortune , two kind-hearted English joined hands to me. My father Lord Wakefield, their in me can be repaid. Now rush begins. It’ll a race with monsoons. Can I through before they ? In my diary 5th is ringed red as the day in which can make a . In breathless haste, arrange my petrol oil supplies, maps, and kit. Ten before I am to start, I ’t an aeroplane. Then ’m introduced to Jason, very ordinary machine now a dear valued friend. In incredibly short time is prepared for great task. Yet is May 5th he stands waiting me on the of Croydon aerodrome. is glorious to off at last lonely and peaceful the hurry and of those last weeks. Now I time to think. am I bound today? Vienna. Am really to see city of dreams? , only the aerodrome. mind. Flying is job this trip, sight seeing. Jason a dear. He’s splendidly. Look how ’s weathering this terrible storm, just outside . I’m very frightened but Jason isn’t. lands flash by. we are in . How proud my was to reach in six days. , alas, his pride quickly dashed. The raced us after . We were very but it was use sitting down cry. Poor old was so upset he ran his right into a in the wrong when we were to find the at Rangoon. For was when we our chance of the record. It ten men and two whole days night to put Jason together again. cheered up a bit when the arched rainbows circled in the Java . But it wasn’t we actually sighted that we were happy. Then we shouted with joy. will Australia receive ? That’s the only we wondered. Now know she has us to her and given us her best. Such welcome that will be forgotten in and Jason and love her so.