Both meat and eggs were shrunk and dried up.

On the third day the white bread had become as hard as ship-biscuit, so that we had to break it up and soak it in water.

Our drinking water became worse day by day, and smelt abominably of the leathern receptacles in which we were compelled to keep it.

Until we reached Suez our poor camels got not a drop to drink, and their food consisted of a scanty meal of bad provender once a day.
At eight in the morning we set off once more, and rode until about five in the afternoon.

At about four I suddenly descried the Red Sea and its shores.