Mr. Guodde left for Parigi and Poso. Mr. Muller called and Hugo went with him for a swim in a pool. I spent all morning photographing Hugo’s many specimens in color and black and white.
One was a small fig that looked like an acorn, another a red flower that looked like a lot of candles standing side by side, another a large yellow fig. He was unable to name any of them which made them more interesting. It was a race as usual to get the photographs done before the wind came up since all needed exposures of at least a second and would show motion if the leaves moved. Films to be developed were accumulating again and we had 7 rolls already.
Hugo went off on a 40 km bicycle ride inland and found more new things. He had a spill going down hill and got a few scratches. Am curious to see how quickly they heal compared with mine.
I took a walk back of the town. This was certainly a place of goats but curiously there are very few dogs anywhere; a few cats of which there are several at the inn. The people from the country are the most primitive we have seen.
Today was a holiday. No word yet from David.
As far as I can tell very few people we have met take any precaution against malaria. They go out, sit around in the evening, often in shorts, and forget about it, although they all know this is a malarial country. It would seem that with reasonable care there should not be much danger.