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.