Friday, October 25th, 9:00 AM, 1872:

  So much has happened the past few days I have had no time to write. But now as I sit in on a bench in Calcutta from sitting in a train car that smelled profusely of tobacco, with Mr. Fogg silent in his corner as usual, while Passepartout and Mr. Francis Cromarty attempt to relate to Aouda, the lately deceased rajah's young wife, all the happenings.

  First, however, I must explain that, on the way from Bombay to Calcutta, the train tracks stopped in the hamlet of Kholby. They had not been finished, though papers declared it was so. Then we wandered around in search of transportation, paying dearly for an Elephant, and hiring a Parsee as an escort. We then continued our journey a day, riding without events along the thickly entangled jungle, until  the next day when we heard cries and chants coming toward us. Hiding in the foliage, we experience the sight of a group of Brahmins muttering and singing their way down the narrow path. Behind them was a horror: a statue of the Indian goddess Kali of love and death. Behind again, was a young girl, led by two men, and followed a corpse on a stretcher and other people, singing.

  This girl, no other than Aouda, was in a stupefied state, having been drugged with the fumes of hemp. The man on the stretcher was her husband, a rajah, and she was being led to be burned with him at dawn at his funeral. This was a normal custom.

  Fogg decided to make an effort to save her, but we had trouble entering the pagoda to which she was led. We were able to make a hole, but were soon found out, and had to flee to the jungle nearby.

  We thought all was lost when daylight approached, and Aouda and her deceased husband were laid upon the wood, on top of the sticks that were covered with oil in order to burn, until, in the midst of the flames, the man, very much alive it appeared, got up, and, taking Aouda in his arms, led her out and up to us. With a "Let us go", Fogg, Sir Francis Cromarty, the Parsee, Passepartout (who was no other than the one that led her out of the flames), Aouda, and myself fled to the elephant, and after a hasty mount, went as fast as possible into the jungle. Before long we were found, as it was seen that the real rajah was burning beside the wooden board upon the sticks, but the missed us by a large margin and we escaped.

  From there we continued our journey to Allahabad, where the tracks were resumed. Aouda was still in her incoherent state then, but soon came to, and it was decided to drop her off at Hong Kong, where she had a relative. The Parsee was paid as promised, with an added bonus of the elephant for his devotion. Then we continued to Benares, where Sir Francis Cromarty parted ways with us, for this was his destination. From there, we reached Calcutta at seven o'clock, and now, it is two hours until we board the boat to Hong Kong. As it is, I shall go with Passepartout to get some needed items, so here I end my story.

Sunday, October 20th, 11:30 AM, 1872:

Good news! We have reached Bombay in two days less that expected. We went to Bombay via Aden. Arriving at Aden on the 13th, we stayed there four hours before setting off again  sixteen hundred and fifty miles to Bombay.

Passepartout seems to have found a friend. I believe his name is Mr. Fix, and is an agent of the Peninsular Company. Mr. Fogg has remained below decks all these past days, only playing whist with a few other passengers and eating, though there are parties and gaieties above deck. I took part a little in those, in the dancing, and I played a piece I knew on the piano. I also saw many sights of which it appears Phileas is not the least interested in. We went through the Strait of Bab-el-Mandeb, saw many ruins, and the coffee fields were immense. The captain has now called travellers to get off the boat. I shall write more when on the train to Calcutta.

Wednesday, October 9th, 12 AM, 1872:

We all had to go to the consul, as Passepartout explained, to get the passports visaed. It appears that Mr. Fogg had to be there. We walked along the loud streets, trying to weave our way to the office, the sounds almost deafening us. It was an odd change once we entered the little building, for it was almost silent in there. A man was in the corner, and the consul officer at the desk. Mr. Fogg was not in the least pleased he had to go himself, and answered the questions frankly. He then retired to his cabin, and I decided to walk around Suez in the hope of seeing some of the famous sights. It was almost as noisy as the quay, excepting the sailors. I saw the canal, the markets, smelled the hot food in the stalls, and looked at the queer metal and clay pieces for sale. After an hour, I returned to the boat and rested for the journey.

Wednesday, October 9th, 11 AM, 1872:

Today we arrived in Suez on the Mongolia. Passepartout has gone to get Mr. Fogg's passport visaed. I watch him now from my position near Phileas on the deck go through the crowd to a man watching the passengers decend from the ship.They are talking now; Passepartout shrugs his shoulders and returns. He says Mr. Fogg must go to the consul himself! I fear this won't go well...

Wednesday, October 2nd, 10:23 PM, 1872:

Today we boarded the train for Paris from London. Mr. Fogg stayed in his corner and Passepartout mainly sat there with a stupefied look, clasping onto the carpet-bag with the money in it. The sights were new to me, so I was kept busy and did not trouble them. I mostly looked at the scenery, for I had not been much abroad, hence the reason I ventured with Phileas on this journey. Apart from that not much has happened.