Fairchild Tropical Garden Expedition aboard the Cheng Ho 1939-1940
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DEC 1939
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Manila to Baguio, 170 miles

Written by Edward Beckwith on Sunday, December 3, 1939

Balut, a boiled duck egg with duckling inside

Balut, a boiled duck egg with duckling inside– A delicacy in the Philippines. By Dracular
Manila Hotel, photographed in 2006

Baguio house and terraced garden belonging to Mrs. George Fairchild (no relation to David Fairchild), photographed by David Fairchild
Very rainy when I got up at 6:15. Gave up room and stored trunks, etc. at hotel. Started at 9:15 in car with Fairchilds for Baguio.

Stopped at town where “sawali” was being made. This is a coarse, flat bamboo weave used for house construction.

Lunched with Mr. E. C. Zitkowski whom the Fairchilds met on steamer. He is a chemist for the largest sugar central in the Philippines (20,000 acres of cane). Central Azucarera de Tarlac, San Miguel.

Very attractive house and had pleasant time. Dr. Fairchild, whom I now call David, ate a Philippine delicacy, called “chicken on the half shell”. The egg (in this case a duck egg) is cooked just before the chicken is ready to hatch, the egg opened & contents eaten with a spoon like a hard boiled egg. He liked it all except the feathers and some other things, and Marian took a taste. I could not get up courage to try it. We met Mr Got, head of the company and one of the biggest financial men in the Philippines.

Temperature dropped considerably as we climbed the winding road up a valley to Baguio at 5000 ft. Arrived at the George Fairchild house at 6:15. A most beautiful house and location overlooking a deep valley. Everything luxurious in the extreme, Igorot servants in quantity, all in white. Open fire in a beautiful room.

Found a Igorot unpacking my things and stopped the operations when half done.

Dinner was quite elaborate on little tables before an open fire. This expedition gets more luxurious all the time. The last thing was a hot water bottle in my bed which I thought was an animal and I jumped up and turned on the light to find out what kind it was.

The next door neighbors, Mr. & Mrs. Little, who have lived here a long time, came in and acted more or less as hosts but did not stay to dinner. In the evening, David, Marian and I discussed the prospects and personalities of the expedition. The main thing that disturbs David is the prospect of sea sickness on the junk. I told them a junk was very unsteady.

This house has been placed at the disposal of the Fairchilds while they are here.

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