National Geographic : 1963 Apr
(pages 512-13). Many still have only one mast and one big sail, but they handle well. I ought to know. I have been in them once on a six-week passage that nearly killed me. We sailed only by day, and the captain's knowledge was the store of his personal ex perience from childhood. We had no charts. Our rudder hung precariously on a single primitive bolt, and the helmsman used a tiller. We got our water from wayside stops at 500 village wells, and the resulting infections nearly wrote me off. Our food was fish with a bit of rice. Now and again we bought a few fresh vegetables at a bazaar. We had coffee from Al Mukha (Mocha), and Persian tea, and cloves from Zanzibar. A bit of unleavened bread was baked now and again in the ashes, when we had a fire.* *See "Sailing With Sindbad's Sons," by Alan Villiers, NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC, November, 1948.