Beautiful shining black hair combed back like a woman's, and knotted at the back of his head -- tortoise-shell comb in it, sign that he is a Singhalese; slender, shapely form; jacket; under it is a beltless and flowing white cotton gown--from neck straight to heel; he and his outfit quite unmasculine.

It was an embarrassment to undress before him.
We drove to the market, using the Japanese jinriksha--our first acquaintanceship with it.

It is a light cart, with a native to draw it.
He makes good speed for half-an-hour, but it is hard work for him; he is too slight for it.

After the half-hour there is no more pleasure for you; your attention is all on the man, just as it would be on a tired horse, and necessarily your sympathy is there too.

There's a plenty of these 'rickshas, and the tariff is incredibly cheap.
I was in Cairo years ago.