ABSTRACT
WB soon fell into a daily routine at Mukalla. We awoke early and at sunrise sat on our veranda drinking tea and eating fruit. It was refreshingly cool in this morning hour; the sea was calm and even the beduin at Therb were quiet. The only sound was of birds in the dewy garden. Presently Therb woke up; so did the army,1 and the policeman over the wall beat out seven strokes, whereat we bathed, dressed and had breakfast.
