Hurrah, we have reached the Hullabaloo that is Cochin, with out further ado I hail a rickshaw and demand that I am taken forthwith to the offices of the British Steam Navigation company. My aim, to seek out old Crockart whom I had last seen going down from Cambridge! I knew that he was running the Indian bureau of the family firm and it was time to call in that overdue favour!
With my original plans to get the chaps home deranged I consider our current position as I rock gently side to side, hoisted aloft on an ancient palanquin, I muse, after all, life is a rum do, What? C.F.
The Americans have a mule train heading to the Keralan coast. It leaves in the morning, its mission is to collect their most recent shipment of food and supplies, (more bahgurs one would suppose?) I have negotiated carefully and in exchange for some jars of of my highly regarded moustache wax, (the yanks being no stranger to an esteemed growth) I have secured safe passage for our marooned expedition. Hurrah! C.F.