Bombay, India

Bombay, India, 1870's

We are now in Bombay, India. The voyage was pleasant all the way from Suez, with the exception of a trifle rough weather in the Red Sea. There was much dancing and music and gaiety on board, with the ladies dressed in their finery. I preferred to play whist with a few choice companions. It did not interest me to go up on deck, something, I think, that Passepartout did not appreciate in me.

 I know not where Passepartout has been roaming these last days, I seldom see him except when he is performing his duties. I trust he has taken care of himself, he does not seem to be the worse for the journey.

 I am exceedingly pleased with the Mongolia, she was 15 hours early at Aden, and, by the time we reached India, she came into port no less the two days early! That helps greatly with the expedition.

 It is now time to land and to wait for the train to Calcutta. I am, I admit, rather sorry to say goodbye to the old ship, but there is no time for wasted sentimentality on this journey. Passepartout is here to gather my bags.


                                                              Phileas Fogg
                                                                   5:15 PM
                                                                   Sunday
                                                                   20th of October, 1872