It was the way they did at Constantinople.

They took a lively interest in new countries, but their school-boy impatience had worn off, and they had learned that it was wisdom to take things easy and go along comfortably -- these old countries do not go away in the night; they stay till after breakfast.
When we reached the pier we found an army of Egyptian boys with donkeys no larger than themselves, waiting for passengers--for donkeys are the omnibuses of Egypt.

We preferred to walk, but we could not have our own way.

The boys crowded about us, clamored around us, and slewed their donkeys exactly across our path, no matter which way we turned.

They were good-natured rascals, and so were the donkeys.