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                hndoJsoSrf STh?rCCaUd°n WC hurried to ask for Permission to
                  nd 0,1 Socotra. The answer was a new disappointment:

                   Have approached the Embassy of South Yemen in London for
                   permission for Tigris to land in Socotra if necessary. Stop. They
                   arc aware of Tigris s proximity to Socotra but stated that Tigris
                   must not repeat not attempt to land on this island before such
                   written permission has been given. Stop.

                   We drifted closer. London stressed: ‘You risk arrest if you land on
                Socotra without permission. Stop.’ And direct from a friendly west
                European Foreign Office came an independent warning: ‘Do not go
                to Socotra now, you may get trouble.’ Unconfirmed radio mes­
                sages said it was believed that Russians were installing important
                military bases on this strategically located island which controlled
                the entrance to the Gulf of Aden and the Red Sea. No planes or ships
                were allowed to pass within sight. South Yemen simply answered
                that we could not approach the island unless we had advance
                written permission from the island itself.
                   Helpless without wind, we drifted still closer, while the well-
                 meant warnings increased. We could be shot at. Court-martialled.
                   On 12 March the impressive mountain skyline of Socotra rose
                 into sight, pale blue in the distant south-west, just where we were
                 drifting. Carlo discovered the faint outlines just as the red sun set in
                 the west, and we all shouted with mixed feelings ofjoy and concern.
                 ‘Hurrah, we see Socotra! We have reached Africa!’
                   This was great. We had crossed the Indian Ocean. There was now a
                 very faint ripple on the sea, but not enough wind to lift the sail. Yet we
                 must not come closer to that island. We struggled with sails and oars to
                 keep away. The sun set and we saw nothing. We sent out        new
                 messages: we approached the forbidden island against our own will.
                   On 13 March the sun rose in a faint haze, with a lazy breeze still
                 too faint to give us steering speed. By noon the haze gradually
                 became so thin that I detected a sunlit formation of something
                 bright but indistinct far over on port side. It most resembled an
                 iceberg shaped like a seated polar bear. It seemed to be part of
                 something bigger with darker outlines. We had clearly drifted
                 much nearer the island, but could not quite make out what we saw
                 in the haze. A seagull came out on a visit. The boys fished up
                 clusters of floating algae.
                   Norman passed on a report of our unfortunate position, and
                 got back the message that the London embassies of all nations

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