On a small hillock to the right of the village stands the fort, a square building of solid masonry, which, however, is now roofless, and has only three walls standing.

The garrison (of six men) were lodged in a flimsy tent pitched in the centre of the ruins.
Half the houses were constructed of dried mud; the remainder, as at Gwarjak, of palm leaves.

The village stands in a grove of date palms, and the swarms of flies were consequently almost unendurable.

We encamped close to the village well, to which, during the afternoon, many of the female population came to draw water.

Two of them, bright, pleasant-featured girls of eighteen or twenty, were the best-looking specimens of the Baluch woman that I met with throughout the journey.
Towards sunset the corpse of a young man was borne past my tent and interred in a little cemetery hard by.