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                                               The Tigris Expedition
                         Slavsk we feared a tow more than any storm. What we had planned
                         was to stay at anchor in west Ormara bay until the weather had
                         stabilised and then sail to Karachi. We wanted to travel over­
                         land from there to see the inland ruins of Mohenjo-Daro. The
                         barometric pressure was still very low and we intended to wait for a
                         wind that would neither wreck us on Ras Ormara nor send  us away
                         across the Indian Ocean before we had seen the prehistoric city in
                         the Indus Valley. We could also take the camel road to Pasni and
                         travel inland from the old fort of Sotka-Koh, but this would mean
                         leaving Tigris unguarded for a long time. We would have more time
      •i                 to see the ruins if we accepted Captain Hansen’s offer to tow us for
                         one day along the coast to the harbour of Karachi, and we agreed.
                         So as the musicians picked up their drums and followed the large
      i                  crowd back to the village the two vessels in west Ormara bay
                         weighed anchor. The broad and powerful Jason took the lead and
      i                  Tigris followed like a toy on a string, and before we rounded Ras
      i                  Ormara we were already swallowed up by the darkness.
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                         The colourful life of timeless Ormara village was still vivid in our
                         memories a week later when we entered the prehistoric ghost city
                         of Mohenjo-Daro, deep within the Indus Valley. We had left Tigris
                         tied to a buoy in the busy modern port of Karachi, where the
                         Pakistani harbour authorities had given us a hearty welcome and
                         the Navy Command had offered to guard our vessel in front of the
                         Naval Academy while we went off on our inland excursion. Sani, a
                         young guide from the National Museum, took us by minibus on
                         good roads through various Pakistani towns to the ruins of
                         Mohenjo-Daro, 350 miles from Karachi.
                           Mohenjo-Daro means simply ‘Mound of the Dead’, and no one
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                         knows what the real name of the city might have been during the
                         thousand years it was full of life, from about 2500 to about 1500 bc.
                         In the beginning of the third century ad Buddhists arrived and built
                         a tiny temple on top of the ruins. The site was still nothing but a
                         huge mound of sand and debris in 1922 when archaeologists were
                         attracted to the place and began digging. Until then the mere
                         existence of the underlying civilisation was unknown. Scholars had
                         barely begun to suspect that the Indus Valley had housed a very
                         early civilisation. The work which was begun after the First World
                         War by R. D. Bancrji and other members of Sir John Marshall s
                         expedition was followed up by many others and has so far un­
                         covered 240 acres of an urban settlement some three miles in
                         circumference. Nevertheless, large sections of what was once a
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