"Mombasa—this place really looked wonderful. The climate was fairly easy to adapt to as well. It had still been winter when we set out from Europe, yet here it was summer, and the temperature was so high. Nature truly was marvelous."
Mombasa lay very close to the equator, south of it, so December was precisely summertime there. Today, the temperature in Mombasa was only twenty-six degrees. For many of the Russians in the group, this climate was simply heavenly.
Thanks to Mombasa city's urban development, great numbers of flowers and green plants had been planted in the city's green belts, parks, and residential districts. The entire city bloomed in a riot of purple and crimson, and with the refreshing sea breeze, although industry was highly developed and factories stood in dense ranks, Mombasa was not choked with smoke and foul air like London.
Yaklov squatted by the roadside and gently stroked the flowers in the green belt. In surprise, he said, "Russia should be a world of ice and snow by now, yet the flowers in East Africa are blooming so brilliantly. I've already developed no small amount of anticipation for this place."
"Mr. Yaklov, this is a very common sight in our country's cities. Mombasa city is a typical garden city. As long as there is sufficient water, the vegetation will not wither throughout the four seasons," Corivid said.
"How wonderful!" Yaklov sighed. "Russia's weather is truly far too harsh compared with East Africa's. Even Europe does not possess East Africa's heaven-bestowed climatic advantages."
Naturally, Corivid was delighted to hear a foreigner praise East Africa's climate. However, as he had just said, such conditions were only relatively common in cities, so he still chose to speak frankly.
Corivid said, "Mr. Yaklov, our Hei... Rhine Empire also has its own