tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869279686250701103.post7328790678450008173..comments2015-11-29T11:54:06.407-08:00Comments on FOBOS: The storm burst upon us six years ago now.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10163118762189076121noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869279686250701103.post-58483660997768024182015-11-29T11:51:25.193-08:002015-11-29T11:51:25.193-08:00The panorama of the islands, as they steamed by th...The panorama of the islands, as they steamed by them, was superb. Vast forests of palms, arecs, bamboo, teakwood, of the gigantic mimosa, and tree-like ferns covered the foreground, while behind, the graceful outlines of the mountains were traced against the sky; and along the coasts swarmed by thousands the precious swallows whose nests furnish a luxurious dish to the tables of the Celestial Empire. The varied landscape afforded by the Andaman Islands was soon passed, however, and the Rangoon rapidly approached the Straits of Malacca, which gave access to the China seas.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10163118762189076121noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869279686250701103.post-38329242693039460072015-11-29T11:51:02.103-08:002015-11-29T11:51:02.103-08:00The first few days of the voyage passed prosperous...The first few days of the voyage passed prosperously, amid favourable weather and propitious winds, and they soon came in sight of the great Andaman, the principal of the islands in the Bay of Bengal, with its picturesque Saddle Peak, two thousand four hundred feet high, looming above the waters. The steamer passed along near the shores, but the savage Papuans, who are in the lowest scale of humanity, but are not, as has been asserted, cannibals, did not make their appearance.Mandrogo Levisnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869279686250701103.post-86190453744938986212015-11-29T11:50:10.705-08:002015-11-29T11:50:10.705-08:00I knew then that they had passed to the left of th...I knew then that they had passed to the left of the jagged rock formation at the edge of the plateau, to the right of which my horse had borne me and the body of Powell.Erice Valnordnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869279686250701103.post-17442925402046534452015-11-29T11:48:40.002-08:002015-11-29T11:48:40.002-08:00blog author commentblog author commentAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10163118762189076121noreply@blogger.com