SOCIAL WHIRL

 

Whilst the older generation were sipping their pink gins at the Union Club in Steamer Point the young singles and couples from BP Bunkering, Luke Thomas, Besse, Government offices and the American consulate had a busy social scene centred on the Crescent Hotel and Goldmohur.

 

Dances to recorded music were held on Thursday evenings on the open roof terrace of the Crescent Hotel, it was a weekly ‘must attend’ social event and tables had to be reserved well in advance. The girls wore their prettiest dresses and the men looked dashing in ‘Red Sea Kit’. (See photo below)  In the hot months this consisted of white trousers, white short sleeved shirt with or without a bow tie and a black cummerbund. In the cooler months a black dinner suit could be worn or black trousers with a white ‘sharkskin’ jacket made by a tailor in the bazaar. 

 

Sunday evenings on the roof were devoted to classical music concerts, again from records, and this was a relaxing way to recover from the sun after a hectic day on the beach. 

 

Goldmohur  was an anti-shark netted corner of a deserted beach with a rickety diving board, a barnacle strewn raft, communal showers and dilapidated huts around a bar under the Gold Mohur trees, this seemingly un-prepossessing place was the most magical and important place in the universe, especially on Sundays!

 

Mohamed Ali, our Yemeni cook would have the picnic basket ready by 6am, filled with fried egg sandwiches and flasks of tea and fresh lime juice. After driving through Steamer Point we eventually reached the traffic light ( I think it was the only one in Aden at that time) on the narrow one-way bridged-road that went down into Elephant Bay and then onto Goldmohur – from the bridge to Goldmohur there was nothing but sand – no buildings, no people.

 

Gradually friends would arrive and we all had own favourite places to sit and would spend the day in and out of the water- playing our own version of water polo if the tide was in or just cooling in the shallows if the tide was out.

 

You had to be careful around the raft and diving board because if you were cut by the barnacles the wounds took ages to heal in the humid atmosphere. We could walk up to the lighthouse above the beach and gaze down onto a deserted Conquest Bay which was always known as a ‘no swimming’ area because of the heavy surf and threat of sharks. A good Sunday at Goldmohur meant you returned home exhausted, sunburnt and sandy; ready for the Crescent concert in the evening.

 

There were other safe beaches for swimming – Cable and Wireless employees had their own pool in Telegraph Bay, the shark-proofing was done with concrete pillars, and the Port Trust had a small shark-netted beach at Ras Morbut but neither of these had the social cachet of Goldmohur. The emphasis was always on safe bathing – the wife of an RAF officer was taken by a shark whilst swimming in shallow water in Telegraph Bay and I never confessed to my parents to swimming with friends in the surf by the elephant’s trunk in Elephant Bay.

 

One Sunday morning a group of us decided to climb Shamsan from  Crater and go down the other side into Goldmohur! There was a vague pathway from the Tanks to just below the summit where I turned round and went back the same way –  I can’t remember if anyone went down the other side.

 

It is at the Crescent Hotel and Goldmohur that I have the happiest memories of my years in Aden.

  ~ Ann Berryman (now Atkinson)

 

 

Goldmohur is the name of a tree that was to be found at it's namesake location. Its botanical name is Poinciana regia Bojer.  It is also known as the Gold Mohur Tree, Flamboyante, or Flame tree.

 

Gold Mohur is also the name given to a gold coin which was paid to British soldiers stationed in India if they agreed to marry a local Indian woman and remain in India longer rather than return frequently to England on leave.