last places, as their garrisons are from that body at Cairo, which they call their Port. I had also letters from Ali Bey, to the Bey of Suez, to the Sherriffe of Mecca, to the Naybe (so they call the Sovereign) of Masuah, and to the king of Sennaar, and his minister for the time being.
Having obtained all my letters and dispatches, as well from the patriarch as from the Bey, I set about preparing for my journey.
Cairo is supposed to be the ancient Babylon[1], at least part of it. It is in lat. 30° 2′ 30″ north, and in long. 31° 16′ east, from Greenwich. I cannot assent to what is said of it, that it is built in form of a crescent. You ride round it, gardens and all, in three hours and a quarter, upon an ass, at an ordinary pace, which will be above three miles an hour.
The Calish[2], or Amnis Trajanus, passes through the length of it, and fills the lake called Birket el Hadje, the first supply of water the pilgrims get in their tiresome journey to Mecca.
On the other side of the Nile, from Cairo, is Geeza, so called, as some Arabian authors say, from there having been a bridge there; Geeza signifies the Passage.
About eleven miles beyond this are the Pyramids, called the Pyramids of Geeza, the description of which is inevery
