Thanks for posting this, brought back happy memories of Khormaksar as a little lad 1951-53, mesmerised by the Hastings, Brigands and Valettas, with the Argonauts, Hermes and Connies on the civil east end of the airfield. This was me, Box Brownie case in hand, checking out the a/c which took us back to Lyneham over the next day, and the following day (night stop Castel Benito I think, or maybe it was Khartoum)
I sat behind the door with the loadmaster, lasting memory is the fiendishly cold draught from the battered doorway. At least it gave an excellent view downwards ...
Edited after seeing Oberon's post: Lucky you, for two days we had dried-up sandwiches in a cardboard box!