George Walker At Suez

Excerpt

Of all the spots on the world’s surface that I, George Walker, of Friday Street, London, have ever visited, Suez in Egypt, at the head of the Red Sea, is by far the vilest, the most unpleasant, and the least interesting.  There are no women there, no water, and no vegetation.  It is surrounded, and indeed often filled, by a world of sand.  A scorching sun is always overhead; and one is domiciled in a huge cavernous hotel, which seems to have been made purposely destitute of all the comforts of civilised life.  Nevertheless, in looking back upon the week of my life which I spent there I always enjoy a certain sort of triumph;—­or rather, upon one day of that week, which lends a sort of halo not only to my sojourn at Suez, but to the whole period of my residence in Egypt.