I spent the morning reconstructing my diary after its salt water treatment at Poso. Hugo returned at 2 P.M. with specimens of a red fruited vine and a very pretty flower, both of which I photographed in color and black and white.
Hugo went off again. He said that he had had to keep entirely to the road as there were no forest trails and the high dense growth would be almost impossible to get through.
I received a message to call up the controlleur at Donggala and could not think what was up. He wanted our rooms tomorrow for himself and family. I of course told him we would leave, since these rest houses are government run and officials have precedence.
I tried walking a short distance on the road but it was too painful. The burns on my thighs were somewhat inflamed and very red. Hugo and I discussed the trip to Paloe in the stiff springed bus and I do not know whether it is possible. We also discussed a possible new plan. This was to make a trip of about 100 kilometers on horseback into the Toradja country and return to Kulawi, getting a steamer to Macassar from Donggala. This would have the advantage that we would not have to take all our baggage on the horseback trip.
Just at present I do not feel like thinking about riding at all and think it is a question whether I will be sufficiently healed in time.
Hugo found nothing further in the afternoon.