Travels East of Suez
Rachel Humphreys
Paperback
(Forgotten Books, July 17, 2017)
Excerpt from Travels East of SuezPort Said, the despised, the refuse heap for all the nations Of the East, is nevertheless a name to conjure with, as it is the gate of the East - the East with all its mysteries, its glamour, its history, its wonders. The first glimpse Of Eastern dress is delightful: such a complete change from the last place ashore - Marseilles. Here the Arabs are in their long garments down to their feet, and their red fez on their heads. At first one believes they are women, till one remembers they would be veiled. Crowds Of little boats come round to take you ashore, the rowers black as ink perhaps, coming up from Somaliland, or brown in tint from the desert. The unceasing shrill chatterings Of all Of them make a strange sound to one's ears; it is quite musical - ever rising and falling like a number Of birds in a state of jubilation. One cannot help a thrill Of excitement as one sees all the gaily-coloured crowds about. It is vastly amusing to walk up the chief street from the landing place. All the shopkeepers are at their doors inviting you in to see all their treasures - ibis place the best for feathers, this for the finest embroideries in the world, this for the best cigarettes, etc. In one shop we were looking at parasols, when the polite Armenian implored our friend who was escorting us to look at some pyjamas. This rather embar rassed him in the presence Of ladies, and he made a discreet bolt for the door, not knowing what might be Offered to him next!What a lively scene it is to watch, under the shady trees which line the street, groups sitting on the footpath outside the chief hotel, surrounded by hawkers Of beads, necklaces, ornaments, feathers - almost everything; fortune-tellers squat ting Ou the ground, gravely reading the hands of grey-haired men who would scorn to be seen doing such a thing in Europe! Conjurors have a little group round them, showing their prowess in making one chicken into two; Gully, gully, gully, says he, and lo! The poor little wretched yellow chick is presumably torn in two, and behold a pair The sherbet-seller in his shining panoply of brass jugs, trays, glasses and big can, tinkling the brass together to attract attention; the little street Arabs (literallv so here) playing about, bumping in one's way, and scuttling off when you come out with a strong Imshi. A word or two Of suitable strength in their own tongue has a wonderful effect on natives in most parts. They give you credit for a large vocabulary, and treat you with more respect; and, what is better, keep their distance.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.