On 15th September we resolved to return to Smyrna by a different route, and soon after crossed the Bosphorus to Scutari, and taking horses from thence set out for Jebza at mid-day, and reached it at 9 o'clock in the evening. Jebza, the ancient Lybissa, is now but a poor town, and bears very few marks of its former splendour. Near this place and about two miles on the road to Ismid (or Nicomedia), on the left hand side, is the tomb of Hannibal—a vast tumulus without a moat: it appears very much diminished by time and floods, stands in the middle of a plain, and the summit commands a distant prospect of Mount Olympus. Passing this sepulchre early in the morning, we reached Nicomedia at half-past two, and slept here.

The Governor, as is generally the case when he wishes to make the most of travellers, represented the road as much infested with banditti, and advised our crossing over in his boat to Ceramuza—where we arrived in eight hours, and, sleeping in a caravansary, embarked again in the morning (not being able to procure horses) in the boat to Yallova, about 9 hours distant, and were here fortunate in hiring mules, and passed on to a village called Pasaichia.