Dropped anchor at small native town of Parang about 2 PM. Hugo’s brother expected to meet us but did not turn up. Many natives at the dock some girls were picturesquely dressed in beautifully colored sarongs.
We finally secured a native bus and hired it to take us to Cotabato, about 15 miles. It was the roughest ride I have made here. We started prepared to spend the night. Anne, the Fairchilds, Hugo, Fant and I went. There was nowhere we could stay in Cotabato so returned after dinner to the hotel.
Hugo’s brother, a very tall young fellow 6 ft. 6 in. employed at the International Harvester plant for experimental machines for hemp at Davao, turned up and suggested we all go to a lumber camp at 3000 ft. on the way to Davao. Anne thought it would be too cold and we were not prepared, so after a considerable mix up as to the best plan, we returned to the junk in two cars, reaching it between 9 and 10 P.M.