I was fifteen and with my father and brother we slept twelve to the cabin in six double bunks. My mother and two sisters slept in the adjoining cabin also with twelve passengers. Three families in those cabins stay friends to this day although the parents have died. My parents were shocked by the accommodation given to us by our relatives who had sponsored us. No fridge, only ice boxes, chip wood heaters and brown coal briquette fires. We were not impressed but life got better.