From/To: Gertrude Bell to her father, Sir Hugh BellSat 9. [9 June 1900] And so today we set off about 7 - it was already fearfully hot, and walked 3 hours leading our horses over the devilish road. Then we got onto the carriage road to Beyrout [Beyrouth (Beirut)] and followed it all along the coast, arriving at 3 about. All this country is not the East at all, it has none of the characteristics of the East. It looks more like parts of Italy than anything else, and Beyrout is a regular flourishing Levantine town, where we were well stared at on our masculine saddles. To our horror, our boxes have not arrived from Damascus [Dimashq (Esh Sham, Damas)]. I have telegraphed and done all I know and must now wait the result. After washing and changing - we fortunately had the strict necessaries with us - we went out to shop and got a few needful clothes and things. Our hotel, the Allemand is most comfortable. We dined out doors and went to bed at 9. I thought I seemed rather tired and was not surprised when I woke to find I had slept 12 hours.