thoroughly tired out for it had been a very hot day.
Delagoa Bay is the best harbor on the East Coast.
The buildings are portuguese [Portuguese] in style, the streets are macadamed, the public square, and side walks all mosaics of cobble were made of stone tile laid in carpet patterns.
Trees grew everywhere, and the garden was laid out wth [with] several little artificial lakes, over which artistic bridges pass and the whole City was Portuguese and modern and pretty.
I thought it the prettirst [prettiest] town we had seen but I was accused by Miss Cameron of liking the last one best.
The Natives were a different tribe, the costumes or lack of them different.
We took a cup of coffee at a kiosk on the square.
There was a characteristic quite unique and wholly different from any English town.
In the afternoon a terrific thunder storm came up and the Heavens were a perpetual blaze of sheet and zigzag lightning.
The deck was cleared for the rain deluged everything.
There was no place to go so I got into my cabin which opens on the deck, closed the door and turned on my fan.
I ran through the wet to dinner and returned, not to leave again that night.
The Captain held the ship back an hour for the storm
The sea had been whipped up into a fury and the rocking of the boat emptied the dining room.
Miss C. and I were on hand.
When we arrived before Beira, we had to lie out some distance in mouth of [inelligible] River waiting for the tide to enable us to come nearer the town.
This we did near evening.
This was Friday and we remained most of the next day, [.]
We went on shore in the morning being carried in a launch for we could not come up to the dock.
The town has a good sea wall and would be washed away had it not.
It is built on shifting sands.
The streets are provided witha [with a] narrow little track upon which small cars not unlike a ricksha are run by native boys.
The Hotels and private people have their own cars.
There are good buildings, stone walks and interesting Natives, but an hour and a half in the brilliant scorching sunshine was satisfying and we were glad to return to the ship.
We lft [left] Saturday night at 4.30 and arrived off Chinde on Sunday morning.
We were five miles out and never got any nearer.
A nice yacht came out but could not go back owing to the tide.
Both lay out in the sea for 12 hours.
Then the yacht took off the thirty passengers, a basket being used.
A door permits the passenger to enter and it is then swung out by the freight cranes and from the door the passenger steps into the other boat.
It is a rather dangerous proceeding.
I never say [saw] a boat toss about more wildly than that one did and our hearts ached for poor women and children.
Like the fox and grapes we consoled ourselves with the belief that Chinde was not worth seeing.
It is here that the Zanbesi flows into the sea and we did want to see that, but never mind!
We learn that the Gascon which preceeded us lay there four days.
On Tuesday we arrived off Mosambique.
We were surrounded at once with all kinds of little craft manned by Natives.
We wnt [went] on shore and could find no one who could speak English.
I announced that I could not and would not walk in the broiling sun and finally got a rickshawhich [ricksha which] Miss Cameron and I occupied.
We went all aroud [around] the town [.]
Some nice clean big buildings occupy the shore.
It is a very old town and was for a long time the Capital of the Prtuguese [Portuguese] Territory.
Now that Capital has been removed to Lourenco Marquesand [Marques and] this place is occupied mostly by Natives and Indians.
The chief sight was the Native quarter where small one roomed houses with thatched roofs and square sides often covered with rush mats were placed close together.
Cocoanut [Coconut] trees grew in every vacant spot.
We went on the beach, for this is a coral Island.
There I got a few shells.
This place is famed for its shells.
Boat loads of Natives with baskets and boxes of them came to the ship.
There were many beauties of big shellsbut [shells but] I only got a few little ones.
The day was most interesting for we never tired of watching the many busy little boats with their queer people.
Now we have come to the Mohammedan country and many natives wear long white garments like a ladies nightgown and this adds variety to the scene.
Through Mozambique channel we travelled north.
We arrived in ZANZIBAR about 4.30 on Friday and as this is the show place of the East Coast, we got off on the first boat being rowed ashore.
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