The Prodigal and The Golden Gate

The Golden Gate, San Francisco

We have just entered the Golden Gate of San Francisco on board the General Grant. The boat has been fast, and the weather favourable. The steamer has been making 12 miles an hour, having both paddles and sails.

Yokohama, 1870

 In Japan, after we successfully boarded the General Grant at Shanghai, we finally found Passepartout. We discovered that he had indeed boarded the Carnatic, but on applying to the French and English consulates, we found that no one had seen him. After searching the streets, we went to the theatre for some amusement, as Aouda was looking completely depressed and worried. At the end of the show, many men with six foot long noses came and made a human pyramid, a spectacle worth seeing. I did not recognize anyone, but someone recognized me. One of the men sprang up and called me. It was Passepartout! Aouda was as happy as the other members of the audience were angry that the pyramid had been broken, for Passepartout had been at the very bottom of the construction.

So, here we are, all together again. I believe we are happy, and I am satisfied, for we have arrived in the United States on the 3rd of December, having not lost or gained a day.


                                                               Phileas Fogg
                                                                   4:40 AM
                                                                   Tuesday
                                                                   3th of December, 1872