There are many relics of the old days around the town of Mombasa and the port of Kilindini, but since the British have been in possession a brisk air of progress and enterprise is evident everywhere.

Young men and young women in tennis flannels, and other typical symptoms of British occupation are constantly seen, and one entirely forgets that one is several thousand miles from home and only a few blocks from the jungles of equatorial Africa.

We dreaded Mombasa before we arrived, but were soon agreeably disappointed to find it not only beautiful and interesting, but also pleasantly cool and full of most hospitable social life.
When our ship anchored off Kilindini there was a great crowd assembled on the pier.

There were many smart looking boats, manned with uniformed natives, that at once came out to the ship, and we knew that the town was _en fete_ to welcome the newly appointed governor, Sir Percy Girouard.
He and his staff landed in full uniform.

There were addresses of welcome at the pier, a great deal of cheering and considerable photographing.
Then the rest of the passengers went ashore and spent several hours at the custom house.