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nightly saengerfest that lasted until one o’clock, 
and then the men who wash down the decks ap¬ 
peared at four. Between one and four it was too 
hot to sleep, so that there wasn’t much restful repose 
on the ship until we got out of the Red Sea. 
Down at the end of the Red Sea are the straits 
We Slept on Deck in the Red Sea 
of Bab-el-Mandeb. In the middle of the straits is 
the island of Perim, a sun-baked, bare and unin¬ 
viting chunk of land that has great strategic value 
and little else. It absolutely commands the en¬ 
trance to the Red Sea, and, naturally, is British. 
Nearly all strategic points in the East are British, 
from Gibraltar to Singapore. A lighthouse, a sig- 
