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like a strip of blackstrap molasses flowing slowly along, 

 and were overjoyed when several magnificent black and 

 white Colobus monkeys hurtling their way through the 

 high forests jumped across the road from one high tree to 

 another, one passing directly over the top of one of our 

 motorcars. The forest garden at Amani is magnificent and 

 the Germans who laid it out in a better day obviously 

 devoted a great deal of money to its development and to 

 the scientific work which was carried on there. The cin- 

 chona plantations were still in evidence, though somewhat 

 overgrown, where the Germans produced enough quinine 

 to take care of their army through the whole long East 

 African campaign. 



Once we motored from Tanga to Mombasa, a bad road 

 but through lovely country, and once, also, we were long 

 enough in Mombasa to go up to Nairobi and drive out 

 to look across the Riff Valley. Since that day I have al- 

 ways hoped I might return. Not only is the scenery sub- 

 limely beautiful, but the animals present a constantly 

 changing scene. Giraffes, gazelles, gnus, hartebeests, os- 

 triches, are constantly before the eye, and with luck one 

 occasionally gets a glimpse of rhino, hyena, lion, or leop- 

 ard. Indeed, for hours before you reach Nairobi you 

 pass through a great game reserve with hundreds, and 

 often thousands, of animals always in view. 



Aden is much more interesting than most people realize, 

 if you have time to drive off the peninsula and see some 

 of the old Arab towns on the mainland, and above all to 

 visit the prehistoric tanks — giant cisterns hewn in the rocks 

 — high in the stony hills behind Steamer Point. 



Djibouti is a hell hole, and Port Sudan, in the middle 



