Fairchild Tropical Garden Expedition aboard the Cheng Ho 1939-1940
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FEB 1940
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Bitung, Sulawesi, Indonesia

Written by Edward Beckwith on Wednesday, February 14, 1940

Bitung Harbor
Harbor at Bitung, Sulawesi, Indonesia. Photographed in 2009 by a_rabin
No sleep after 5 A.M. on account of noise made by natives returning from fishing.

Started developing early with Fenton’s help and by 2 P.M. had 8 rolls developed.

Anne had a supposedly bronze bull in the deck house which she had bought as a Chinese antique probably at a high price. The bull fell on the floor and broke off an ear. The break showed that it was made of lead which was covered with a greenish coating, very evidently a fake. She has not seen the break yet. Ted says that a figure which she prized highly was broken during the rough passage from Hong Kong to Manila and proved to be plaster. Anne has evidently been a victim of Chinese sharps more than once.

Spent a restful afternoon.

Temp. of sea 82 degrees. Found boils on 2 rolls of David’s film, other two seemed free. Think due to over development at 82 degrees, or possibly insufficient agitation of hardener?. Some of David’s pictures are exceedingly good and in perfect focus, while some, such as a whole series of the Rajah at Siaoe eating papaya, were all out of focus.

Think I made a mistake in allowing poor postals to be made from my good negatives. It is always wrong to let poor work go out for any reason.

At dinner we discussed some interesting subjects and Kilkenny showed me some strange trinkets.

Beat Fenton badly at Chinese checkers.

Began to rain towards evening and kept it up. The others all sleep on the floor of the deck house since Anne was not here and right under her sign, “gents may not sleep here.” I decided to try the deck on Fant’s cot and after slipping and cutting my head a little I got comfortably settled in one of the heavy canvas shipping bags, which was dry although considerable dripping came down through the awning.

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