Conversation general; Islands not mentioned except I showed Baroness pictures. 
Left around 9*30, bed at 10.00. 
June 11, 1942. 
Up at 5-^5, off to Zetek's at 8.00. Went to Zetek’s at 8.00 a.m. Called 
Cabanillas re dinner, can't leave Zone. The Panama business is feeling slump 
all right. Ella took me shopping to buy keds, cake of soap, and flashlight 
batteries. Back to put up her car and then took taxi to Ecuadorian Consul. 
He would not give visa; said I had to see Eucadorian Minister; he said I'd have 
to get letter from Embassy, and that's what I'am waiting for. 
Part of trouble—and it lost me some time—the black taxi driver didn't know 
his way around, not even where Avenida Cuba is, and it's the street on which 
the Panama Museum is located. Finally cruised around until he found it. Had to 
ask a dozen people . And from there had to see American Ambassador, who 
kindly fixed up letter. One of taxi driver's excuses while hunting was, "You know 
they move every month." 
Ecuadorian Minister was very nice, said to save cost of cabling, letter from 
our Ambassador would be sufficient. (He would be glad to consider a letter from 
our Ambassador sufficient.) Went to the Embassy, but got in hands of vice consul. 
He got a letter from the Consul General, Mr. Andrews, but he addressed it to 
Ecuadorian Consul General, so it didn't help. 
Carrying big heavy sack upstairs (diplomatic pouch?) the small old xxx 
janitor had to take the heavy down end and the soldier guard the heavy front end. 
At the Embassy, however, I got into hands of consular officers and the 
letter I got was not addressed to the Minister at all. Went back tknuc then 
and found the lax minister gone. Went down to Naval headquarters, called Cabanillas 
who came over to see me; went up and saw Drouillet. He said weather stunt would 
be grand and that if we were to include radiosonde work we couldn't do better 
from both Navy's and Army's point of view. Army man out in Islands (Armstrong?). 
