David and Tamesis planned a 30 mile trip in the cars to some of the large rice terraces. After looking at the town I decided to stay here and take some photographs. Tamesis arranged for an English speaking guide and for his photographer to stay with me.
After the cars started my guide made me lay in a store of coarse tobacco, candy and matches. We then spent about 2 hours among the native houses. The women were not at all accommodating and usually wanted too much — 50 centavos, and I would not give it. Got about 3 rolls of fairly interesting subjects. One was of the courtship house. A thatched structure with a very narrow door. About twelve women would get in there at once, so I was told, and then perhaps three men. If the men became objectionable to the women, they would close the door to prevent his escape and have him up before the head man of the village. A picture of a coffin and the old woman whom it was made for. Old men, old women and children; but the ones I wanted the most would not permit their pictures to be taken no matter what was offered.
After lunch I secured another room for tonight, cool and quiet.
Thought I was getting a fever but it turned out to be only sunburn.
My guide turned up at 2:30 mostly naked and with his spear and “shell”, the later an award given for killing a man. It had belonged to his brother, who may have been killed in his turn. I took a color picture of him.
The photographer asked me to give him a lecture on photography, so I told him some things for about an hour.
The party returned from their day at Banawe at about 6. The trip was cold and partly in mist and while the terraces were probably the most remarkable in the islands, I was glad that I did not go.
All retired early.