ADEN
Aden
is a bare, rocky mountain—an old
volcano—sticking up in the sea, and connected
with the mainland by a long spit of sand. In many
ways it is like Gibraltar. For one thing it flies the
Union Jack, and, like Gibraltar, we found it not only
defended by big guns, but also it had a large
garrison of the Royal Air Force. In addition to this
there were in the harbour no fewer than twenty
vessels of the Royal Navy. The British "Police
Force" was strong here.
Here,
too, were three great liners on their respective ways
to India, Australia, and East Africa, besides several
tramp steamers, including one Italian. Her crew must
have been interested to see all the excitement that
their country had created by attacking the
Abyssinians….
Fortunately,
we British objected to the Italians making this war
on the Abyssinians, so the natives in other places
look on Britain as their friend, and the danger of
their breaking out against us is not now very great.
Still, it was good to know that Britain, like the
Scouts, was determined to "Be Prepared."
We
did not have a rally of the Scouts at Aden because we
had had one here exactly a year ago, at our last
visit. But there was a Posse of Welcome (as we call a
Guard of Honour) of four boys from each Troop, and a
very fine, smart-looking lot they were.
Also,
there met me a party of Deep-Sea Scouts from the
warships. There were about twenty of them in this
squadron. Big, hefty fellows they were, dressed in
their Rover Scouts’ uniform, which the Naval
authorities allow them to carry with than on board
their ships. They had visited most parts of the world
in the course of their service India, Ceylon, China,
Japan, Malay States. They evidently enjoyed their
life at sea, almost as much as I do when voyaging
over these warm summer seas and looking in at strange
foreign ports.
Ashore,
at Aden, one sees every kind of Eastern native, and
crowds of them, Arabs, Somalis, Indians, Greeks,
Jews. With these are camels everywhere. Camels
carrying loads, camels pulling carts, camels carrying
riders, and others dragging water-tanks—and
every camel walking as slowly as he possibly can and
looking most contemptuous and superior. Long strings
of them come in from hundreds of miles inland,
bringing goods and firewood for sale, and going back
again with other goods bought from the merchants in
Aden.
THE
TOWN
The
town of Aden is right inside the crater of the old
volcano, and thus is surrounded on all sides by high
cliffs. It is a blazing-hot place anyhow, and with
these high black walls all round it, which keep out
any sea-breezes that may blow, it is all the more
mightily hot.
The
Europeans and the garrison do not live in the town,
but on the hills overlooking the sea, where they do
get a little cool air—sometimes!
When
I first went there, years ago, they had no
fresh-water supply, so had no gardens. There was a
public square laid out with paths, and in the
afternoon, after the heat of the day was over, the
gardeners used to wheel out a lot of shrubs and
bushes growing in tubs. These they dotted about to
form a garden for the people to stroll about m in.
the cool of the evening or the early morning. Then
the "Gardens" went back into their sheds to
avoid the shriveling heat of the day.