shingle-covered banks to grass-covered hills and tropical forests, no two being alike.
Entebe, where we landed, is a long neck of land running out into the lake, and has a decidedly pretty appearance as we approach from the lake.
The facilities for landing are a variable quantity, and we were delayed considerably in getting ashore, as the sometimes available steam-launch could not be used, the engineer having been sent elsewhere at the moment.
There is a jetty up to which smaller boats may come, but the draught of the ‘Winifred’ is too deep to allow of her doing so, even though she draws only six feet. So we landed in small parties in one of the ship’s boats, and our baggage followed in the other. As we did not cast anchor till after 5 p.m., and it is always dark here at 6.30, the sun going down at six all the year round, it was almost dark by the time we got ashore.
