A dhow by any other name
Jun 19, 2019
3 minutes
I have a weakness for dhows and try to hitch a ride on one whenever I’m in East Africa. Travelling by dhow is addictive. There’s a primitive pleasure in the marriage of wood and canvas with wind and water, the creak of mangrove timbers and coir rope, the cry of commands in Swahili. It’s a very pure kind of sailing.
Propelled by the monsoon winds, dhows from Arabia and India used to bring
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