Each of us is quartered in a separate little guest house* Did I 
mention them above, a Ford station wagon car and chauffeur, black, of 
course, was put at our disposal for the 2 days that we are here* The 
dining or mess hall is about a mile from our sleeping quarters, and 
though breakfast is not served till 7 he stands outside from 6 a*m* on* 
Takes us around when not being looked after by one of the professional 
staff* Takes us home after dinner* For staff who are out for 2 yr* 
stints with 6 mos. vacation back in Belgium there are various recreational 
facilities* The night we arrived there was a movie show but we went 
straight to bed, ditto last night* That gives me an early start and 
a few more words to add here* 
Though French is the official language and all natives speak a 
version of it (much as Haiitians have their version of French) a 
surprising number of the staff speak a very good Ehglish and nearly 
all a few words of it* director himself was attending a conference 
in Stanleyville while we were visiting his Laboratories. Our paths 
crossed and are crossing in each direction. We leave at 8 a*m-* 
He arrives afternoon. There’s a remote possibility that we may meet 
on the road. Roads are dirt, though there’s more gravel on the main 
road, but the more pleasant of all are the very minor ones, scarcely 
more than wagon trails but with virtually no bumps as on the more 
traveled highways which often have that corduroy ’’effect” or surface 
that about shakes your teeth loose* The trails on the other hand have 
had little attention, and much less travelled bjr heavy cars and trucks, 
they run here through cool, dank, and dark shady forests, more forests 
than Jbngles, though just as tangled, to seemingly drier than farther 
down the river 4 toward the coast* I like to think these trails are 
