Except that the fatigue cracks were around an escape hatch and an antenna cut out in the crown skin, not the passenger windows.
I flew out to Changi in a Transport Command VC10 on 9th March 1969. The trip was fine and comfortable and we were fed and watered at Akrotiri, Muharraq and Gan, as well as on the aircraft. The worst part was at the arrivals terminal. The married accompanied pax were processed nicely and boarded coaches to their allocated hotels - with porter assistance for the officers. As a single airman, I had to lug my 66 pounds of kit uphill for half a mile to the transit block in the steaming tropical heat and humidity. It was fine once you'd acclimatised a few weeks later, but three days previously I'd been operating a "Snowblow" on the runway at Waddington.
