We were both considerably sun burned from yesterday and covered our faces with some of Hugo’s cream in preparation for today’s run. Hugo’s face is blazing red and he constantly asked me how it looks and whether it is any better. He seemed never to get to the end of the peeling stage, while mine worked differently when sufficiently pigmented.
I bought a very brilliant green iridescent sarong for 6 guilders.
We were ready to start at 8:30 but spent an hour at the market first. There so many natives (Bugis) there that it was difficult to get pictures. They followed us and crowded around whenever we stopped. I bought four sarongs at 2.50 and 3 guilders. Very brilliant and striking designs. We tried to buy three that were worn by natives, two women and one man, but they were unwilling to sell them although we offered more than they were worth. Possibly some superstition.
The second stop was for examination and photography of a small tree by the road with clusters of yellow blossoms. They were extremely beautiful and decorative. This required some color photographs besides black and white. During this stop a native passed wearing a sarong which Hugo said we had to have if possible, so with Wongso’s help he made the man a good offer. The native refused to sell it, confirming our idea that they have a strong feeling for some reason against selling something that they are wearing.
At Palopo we stopped at the market which was not especially interesting. I did buy 3 more sarongs, very brightly colored, for 2 guilders each. This makes a total of 10, all of which were hand woven and made in the locality in which they were bought.We saw one or two buildings which were characteristic of the Toraja country, and also passed quite an extensive rubber plantation. Most of the country was open, with no climbs, and while pretty, perhaps less interesting than that of yesterday.
Reached Masamba at 4 P.M., a distance of about 500 kilometers from Macassar.
Hugo called on the controlleur, Mr. Maurenbrecker who lived next door and got some information about the swamp country between here and the coast.
He also took a walk and made the acquaintance of a native family. He said the girl was good looking and thought it would be a good idea to take pictures of her in color wearing our collection of sarongs, one at a time of course. After thinking it over I decided against it on account of the prejudice there might be toward wearing a sarong which had already been on a native girl.