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Eve Drewelowe's journals, volumes II-III, 1950s

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89. so incongruously out of place; and the bush-ripened pineapple - all yellow and delicate with flavour and juice and which we indulged in so freely. We had no knowledge of this fruit in the United States. Quite removed from the gastric sphere of recollections are memories of more spiritual significance on an aesthetic plane. For while there the Singapore Sketching Club asked me too go out with their members on a painting trip and further invited me to exhibit with them. Our stay there, however, of short enough duration, was broken up into a before and after Java and Bali trip. It was first of all a wait for a ship to take us to the Dutch East Indes [Indies], then on our return another interval of waiting for boat connections on the British and Indes line (-"Bugs and Insect" line factitiously called-) to Rangoon and Calcutta. There really was no convenient time in which to accept the hospitality of the local, yet international, painting group. I have always regretted that this was not possible. But people were nice no matter where we were and we established many pleasant contacts. Then on to Java, all smooth sailing except for experimenting - as I was determined to do - in the native dish, the so-called "rice toffel". And everyone - regardless of stomach or no stomach - should have that experience once in a lifetime, be he ever so fortunate as to travel in that enthrallingly and enchanted land. One should furthermore have the experience even though there happens to be an allergy for rice hanging about somewhere in the background in

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89. so incongruously out of place; and the bush-ripened pineapple - all yellow and delicate with flavour and juice and which we indulged in so freely. We had no knowledge of this fruit in the United States. Quite removed from the gastric sphere of recollections are memories of more spiritual significance on an aesthetic plane. For while there the Singapore Sketching Club asked me too go out with their members on a painting trip and further invited me to exhibit with them. Our stay there, however, of short enough duration, was broken up into a before and after Java and Bali trip. It was first of all a wait for a ship to take us to the Dutch East Indes [Indies], then on our return another interval of waiting for boat connections on the British and Indes line (-"Bugs and Insect" line factitiously called-) to Rangoon and Calcutta. There really was no convenient time in which to accept the hospitality of the local, yet international, painting group. I have always regretted that this was not possible. But people were nice no matter where we were and we established many pleasant contacts. Then on to Java, all smooth sailing except for experimenting - as I was determined to do - in the native dish, the so-called "rice toffel". And everyone - regardless of stomach or no stomach - should have that experience once in a lifetime, be he ever so fortunate as to travel in that enthrallingly and enchanted land. One should furthermore have the experience even though there happens to be an allergy for rice hanging about somewhere in the background in