Onboard, our quarters were the hold of the ship where hundreds of hammocks were provided as our beds. The ship soon edged away from the dock with no streamers down the sides but practically everybody on the shore in tears.
Most of the soldiers being bad sailors, the swaying and smells of the ship led to the scourge of seasickness, unfortunately there was no privacy, it was therefor nauseating all round.
After about three weeks we disembarked at Plymouth, herded into third class trains, this amused us as in South Africa third class saloons were reserved for natives and coloureds.