تحفة النظار في غرايب الامصار وعجايب الاسفار 13.75.2

13.75.2

It is the way of this sea that its turbulence grows violent every day after the afternoon prayer, so that no one can sail on it. The junks had already set sail, and none of them remained except the one carrying the gift, a junk whose owners had resolved to winter at Fandarīnā, and the kakam mentioned above. We spent Saturday night on the shore, unable to go up to the kakam, nor