Landed at Aden. Visited the Tanks, built about 2500 years ago to conserve water – when there is any to conserve. When we saw them they had been empty since 1928. Drove past the Salt Works through the Arab village and to the shopping centre, […]
Month: January 2013
A largely attended Memorial service for the late King George. Held in the 2nd Class dining hall. There must have been four hundred people present. A most impressive ceremony. At 4:50pm all ex-servicemen assembled on deck wearing their medals and at 5pm (or 1 o’clock […]
Packed and luggage all away by nine o’clock. Left for ship s.s “Carthage”, at 11:30am and in our cabin “Lala”, our bearer, performs a touching little ceremony when he presents Mac and I with a red rose each and places a rope of beautiful flowers round our necks, the custom of Indian in welcoming or bidding goodbye to their friends. Edward Rose – Beriff and Lala left a quarter of an hour before the ship sailed. In the opinion of Englishmen in Bombay the finest sight in the world is to view the city from the stern of a homeward bound ship. On our return from Elephanta Island I drew the attention of our guide to a fresh bite on my wrist – he said “You have had your arm on the side of the boat” – these men (4) sleep and feed on the boat and it swarms with bugs – “that is a bug bite”.
On the Saturday morning my left eye felt queer and before night it was practically closed – my arm also was very much swollen – Mac brought the ship’s doctor to me and the following day I spent in bed with pink lint fomentations on my eye. Eye and arm much better on Monday – able to get on deck and enjoy the breeze.
A drive round various parts of the city, visiting the Victoria Gardens in which there are a Zoo and Museum. The gardens are well kept and visited by the natives in large numbers. We also went through the various markets and bazaars and found many shops closed out of respect to the late King Emperor. Called again and the burning ghats and saw three bodies burning and saw the religious ceremony in progress. On our return to the hotel we passed about twenty barbers carrying on their business on the curbstone of a busy street. The victim and the operator sit on their haunches facing each other and while the shaving and hair cutting is taking place a breeze blows the hair in all direction and on to all sorts of edibles on show near by. We have done our sight-seeing in Bombay in the car that takes Mahatma Ghandi to Poona Prison when he is arrested. It is a yellow Buick and the driver guide has taken Ghandi so many times to prison that he treats it as a joke. He says Ghandi seems to like it.