I've just had one very long and very hot shower in an attempt to throw off that flu that's been bugging me for weeks. The soap I lathered myself with was the same rich pink which will always remind me of CAMAY soap and my time on Bougainville Island.
During the construction phase of Bougainville Copper in the early 70s when I lived in Camp 6 at Loloho, we received with our weekly towel change a new piece of CAMAY soap, whether we had used up the old one or not. Usually we hadn't and there was CAMAY soap all over the camp.
A certain surveyor working for BECHTEL would collect all the CAMAY soap he could get his hands on and also regularly empty the crib rooms of all their LIPTON tea-bags and ARNOTT'S Scotch Finger biscuits, all of which he would parcel up and regularly send back to his family in Perth.
If you have ever been to Perth and seen a family with a lovely CAMAY complexion and a strong aversion to LIPTON tea and ARNOTT'S Scotch Finger biscuits, you will immediately know whom I am talking about.
Ah, beautiful Bougainville Island! Those days will never CAMAY again!
P.S. I have just spent the first half of the morning removing the 'm' from 'whom I am talking about', and the second half putting it back in again.
