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Cruz which have been stuck for two weeks here in Honiara, and an additional huge 
box of records, films, artifacts, etc. which Don and I packed last night. The 
four other boxes of specimens (fixed stools, blood smears, etc.) and records and 
films and X-rays etc. which we packed earlier are ready to go off as one 
shipment tomorrow, and these nine boxes of air cargo represent all we have from 
the trip that we can now get off for NIH. 
In desperation, beholding the vast collection of artifacts our group has 
accumulated on the ship, I finally managed to get it all off-loaded and turned 
over to a Chinese shipping agent who will attend to packing, clearances, and 
shipping. The canoe from Futuna, the many huge ceremonial dishes of wood from 
Ureparapara, and the vast collection of smaller artifacts amounts to over 180 
cubic feet of packing space, and the freight estimate is over $550 (Australian). 
Thus, with a bill for some $650 Australian, I was astounded and finally I 
learned that the routing of the cargo to Baltimore was via Sydney and thence to 
Baltimore ($40 A. from Honiara to Sydney and $83 A. from Sydney to Baltimore), 
instead of directly to Fiji and onto the United States which should cost one 
half to two-thirds as much! We have left them recalculating the charges for the 
more direct routing. 
At the Honiara Museum I brought an old Kwaio, East Malaita fighting club, 
but nothing more. Don and the others spent a good deal of money on shell money 
ornaments. Very excellent BSIP carvings with Inlaid mother-of-pearl work are on 
sale at many shops — all closed now — and in the evening in front of Hotel 
Mendana. 
Thus, with the artifacts all off and all the blood clots which would have 
deteriorated if left longer in the -10°C refrigerator also off with the whole 
final collection of red cells, we can take it easy for a while while returning 
to Ponape, from where we must empty the Revco of about 2000 further frozen clots 
and virus isolations specimens (stools, conjunctival smears, and throat swabs). 
Yesterday evening we drove before darkness to St. Mary's School, on the 
northern part of Guadalcanal, and then on, passing the teacher's Training 
College, to the end of the road, some 45 miles from Honiara. Then I drove back 
to the Tavea Village Resort where we had a long, leisurely fine supper of roast 
duck or crayfish tails with Australian wine. It was a great treat to be able to 
linger long at the table over food and conversation. On the Alpha Helix we are 
rushed away from the table after less than 30 minutes! Only Judy was not along, 
for she is devoting all her time on shore to Ray. Their Infatuation has been 
intensive and parting seems to be hard for them. Thus, we see little of Judy 
here in Honiara. 
At the wharf we had only a few hours of wharf-side luxury, before the 
Alpha Helix had to go out into the harbour and drop anchor, to make room 
for the M. V. Chengtu from Hong Kong (registered in London) which came in 
with its monthly load of cargo for Honiara, and finally left this evening 
