Chapter Sixteen
Two days later, we were on our way home. Because of the war spreading across Africa, the British military authorities in Addis Abba advised us not to fly north. Instead, we should go by steamship, around South Africa, then north through the Atlantic to America. It would be a long trip, but we had no desire to fly through the war zone.
Three days by bus and railroad brought us to the port of Mombasa, on the Indian Ocean. A week passed before we were able to gain passage on a steamship bound for New York.
A day earlier, a packet steamer loaded passengers for its voyage to Calcutta.
“Would you rather go to India?” I asked Raji.
“Good heavens, no. Take me home to Virginia. I’ll deal with my mother and her matchmaking later.”
The SS Rotterdam IV, a beautiful liner built in
