Egypt: Part 2 of Over There With the Australians

EGYPT: Part 2 of Over There With the Australians

Chapter 7: THE LAND OF SAND AND SWEAT

How we hated Egypt before we left it !

It may be a land of fascination to the tourist who drives about in gharris to view its wonders and stays at a European hotel; but to be there as a soldier, to lie in its vile sand, to swallow its conglomerated stinks, to rub the filth off the seats in the third class train-carriages, to have under your eyes continually the animated lump of muck that the ' Gyppo' is, to have your ears filled continually with the vile expressions that the Egyptian conceives as wit, is an experience that makes one so disgusted that few Australians that were there will ever want to see the rotten country again.

At first, however, all was novelty, and we were like children on a picnic as we marched from the wharf into the third-class carriages of the Egyptian state railways waiting for us just outside the gates.

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It was some job getting into those carriages. Ordinarily white people travelled first class, but we were troops, and it was like pushing against a wall to pass the smell that came from the doors of these carriages that had been the preserves of the unwashed nigger of varied age and sex for the Lord knows how many years.

We left the ship with twenty-four hours' provisions, which were all consumed on that train. Some of us managed to get a little sleep by packing all the equipment in the end of the carriage and sitting on the floor back to back. Now and again the train would stop at nowhere in particular, when we would be assailed by anything-but clean niggers, who would draw oranges and other fruit from inside their shirts. We had been warned against eating anything in Egypt that could not be skinned, and when we saw the niggers and where they kept their stock-in-trade we knew the reason.

So far we had nothing but English money, and, though we had been given lectures before disembarking on the values of Egyptian money, we had to pay liberal exchange to these train-side merchants. Oranges cost us about two cents apiece, though later on with Egyptian money we bought them three for a half piastre (three cents). The only station I remember on this trip was because of its curious-sounding name, Zagizig, where we had a stroll along the platform and met some of our lordly Sikhs from India, who were all smiles when they discovered we were Australians.

In the early dawn we disentrained at Koubbeh, and after straightening ourselves out from having been cramped up in those horse-boxes, we started our march of about ten miles, carrying full pack, to the camp at Zeitoun. But here there was no arrangement for our breakfast. The New Zealanders and Australians already camped there had only their own day's rations, and we had consumed ours on the train. How we cursed the powers that be !

We had humped our eighty-pound packs those weary miles, and when we thought we had arrived -no tucker! There might have been some trouble ; grumbling might have led to action in a raid on somebody's stores, but for the Y.M.C.A. hut. They served out hot tea and in a few moments grumbling gave place to 'chiaching' ; criticism that a few moments ago had been edged was now good-humoured. Give an Australian soldier hot tea and it will pick him up quicker than any other drink on earth.