Tuesday Night - Port Said, Egypt
February 17, 1920
My dear Frances —
In two minutes more I could have written Wednesday morning, for it is close to midnight. We arrived here after a tedious five hour run this evening at eleven; but owing to the customary stupidity of hotel porters in the Orient, we are still sitting about waiting for our hand luggage, and are unable to go to bed. The imbeciles insisted on loading in the heavy baggage with the hand luggage, and as we came in a Ford, we are still yearning for the sight of hand bag, a piece of soap, a tooth brush or a suit of pyjamas. The last week in Cairo has been one long siege of late hours and hard work every minute, and I think if one of these porters turns up