Churchill decided that he could never succeed on foot, alone, over such a great distance. Instead he would to try to reach the railway line that ran from Pretoria to the Portuguese port of Lourenço Marques, on the Indian Ocean, and make the journey hidden on a goods train. Leaving his hiding-place in the garden he walked straight out of the gate into the road, passing a sentry who stood in the roadway scarcely three yards from him. In bright moonlight, with electric street lights at regular intervals, he walked down the middle of the street in the direction by which he believed he could most quickly reach the railway line. Luckily, he was wearing a brown civilian jacket and trousers. ‘There were many people passing in the street to and fro,’ he wrote, ‘but nobody spoke to me.’