The ship was carrying me from England to Africa in the autumn of 1938
Dar es Salaam
The ship that Dahl on was called the SS Mantola and the voyage was from the Port of London to Mombasa would take two weeks to get there. And for Dahl East Africa was a long way from home, Dahl new job was with the Shell Company he said that he would. Stay out there for three years at a stretch I was twenty-two when he left he would be twenty-five before I saw his family again.
On board the SS Mantola the temperature in the shade was around 120ºF. As the boat approached southwards down the Red Sea towards Port Sudan. The breeze was behind them and it blew at the same speed as the ship.
The Beginning of the War
Because we are at war with Germany and you are all of German nationality, there fore you are the enemy.
The lion was holding the wife cook in the lions mouth so the cooks wife pretended to be dead and the lions teeth. Didn't even go through her body because of how the lion carried her gently so one of then lions own cubs.
Mdisho of the Mwanumezi
In The fuller house when the Green Mamba appeared in they house the kids noticed that the dog was gone. So the snake man went back in the house and noticed that the dog had. Died and the kids stood there miserable with tears all over there faces.
Then the bold man said Vi are civilians then Dahl said Maybe you are but as soon as you get to Portuguese East. you’ll find your way back to the Fatherland and become soldiers. But you are not going through the the bold man grabbed Dahl's arm and put his luger to Dahl chest. Then he raised his voice and screamed to my invisible troops in Swahili if you try to stop us I am going to shoot your officer then the bold man got shot in the head.
Dahl was feeling unhappy about the killing of the bald-headed German. The Captain at the barracks had congratulated Dahl said it was exactly the right thing to do, but that didn’t help Dahl. When he got home, Dahl went straight upstairs and took off my clothes. I took a long shower and went downstairs again because Dahl badly needed whisky and soda. In the living-room I lay back in his armchair sipping the whisky and ruminating upon the strange events of the last thirty-six hours. The whisky felt good and I was slowly beginning to relax as the alcohol got into the blood-stream. Through the wide-open french windows I could hear the Indian Ocean pounding the cliffs below the house and as always when I sat in that chair, I turned my head a little in order to allow my eyes to rest