Going home, Peking to Stockholm

I had arrived in Peking on March 2 nd 1897. The feeling of joy and happiness I felt upon entering was so great that even today I simply can not put it into words! My Patience was at an end, I was tired, weary, lonely and worn down by the constant travelling. At this point I had been travelling throughout Asia now for 3 years and 7 months. I simply wished to returned home to my glorious and beloved Stockholm. I had made the decision to abandon my caravan in the charge of my faithful servant Islam Bai on February 12 th , out side of the Chinese village of Boa-to. I had hired a local Chinese driver to transport me in a little two wheeled carts drawn by mules as quickly as possible to the gates of the Chinese capital of Peking. We had travelled east through the towns of Sa-lac-hi, Dor-chi and Beh-sia-chi . We had made a short stop over in the village of Kwei-hwa-chung or Kokohoto where I had the unexpected pleasure of running into no less than eighteen ...