Friday. Pulled with a rope in the morning for four hours; we moor near the village of Kafr El-Ayat, where the higher banks protect us from the wind a little. A few boats are moored nearby. We spend this day of Khasim wind shut up in our room. In the evening we go ashore and go twenty minutes from there to hunt for doves in a grove of palm trees which surrounds a village. Young boy with a white turban following us and points at the birds on the branches while spinning yellowy cotton with a spindle.