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From Asia to Africa; from Meluhha to Punt
         visits that there was neither gold nor other valuable products to pick
         up. But most of the others began to regret deeply the adventures we
         had missed by not sailing into Hadibu Bay and getting the answers
         to the still unsolved mysteries of Socotra. They gazed at the passing
         valleys and in our minds we all climbed the highlands and explored
         the mountain valleys up there between the wild peaks.
           Carlo and Gherman dug up some bottles of red wine reserved for
         special occasions, and as the sun set in some fantastic cloud forma­
         tions that we all for a while thought were more islands, we kept our
         bow to the right of the cape that was outlined against the golden
         sunset. The wild cliffs of Socotra were there at our side all the time,
         but the last cape was still very far ahead. We noticed a few primitive
         stone-house settlements on some level ground above the cliffs, but
         soon we saw nothing except our own bearded faces around the
         kerosene lamp. The grasshoppers were still singing in the reeds and
         little crabs crawled around our bare feet. After all, the eleven of us
         were still having a great time together on this Sumerian ma-gur. I
         began to forgive the men for their lack of support at the morning
         pow-wow. After all, the purpose of our voyage was to test our
         vessel, and they could not have given it a better certificate. This kind
         of prehistoric watercraft, deemed insecure outside Mesopotamia’s
         river system, had carried us through the gulf from Bahrain to
         Oman, from Oman to Pakistan, from Pakistan to this African
         island, and it was still so seaworthy that the crew preferred to go on
         non-stop when they knew we next had to force ourselves another
          thousand miles and run the gauntlet of two long forbidden gulf
          coasts before we had a chance of another landing.
















          59.  Into the African war zone; military aeroplanes, helicopters and
          battleships off the coast of Djibouti.
          60.  Into the final port, Djibouti. With all flags up and the captain at
          the helm, Asbjorn rushes to help lower the sails as we are welcomed
          by French warships.

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