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[[top margin]] Haiti 44, final.
Dominican Rep. 1. [[/top margin]]

[[margin]] IX-1-35 [[/margin]] Up at 5 A.M. Final packing and arrangement [[margin]] J [[/margin]] of sidecar, breakfast, [[strikethrough]] and [[/strikethrough]] goodbyes kept me till seven, and then a stop for gas air, so that I got out of town at 7:15.  Headed for Santo Domingo via Mirabelais, Lascahobas, Belladere, Comendador, San Juan, Azua, Bani, and San Cristobal. 
[[underlined]] Station 31 [[/underlined]].
[[margin]] I [[//margin]] Near Mirabelais on road to Lascahobas. Dung. [[margin]] J [[//margin]] The climb from the Cul-de-Sac Plain up over the mountains to Mirabelais is steep and very rough, but I doubt if it is 3000 feet, as Mr. Barnes thought. I stopped once to cool motor. From Lascahobas the road follows ridges in what are practically badlands. Occasionally there are rivers, one of them so large as to give me serious doubts of crossing it. I stalled the motor in the middle, but it started readily and didn't give any trouble. The back wheel dug in and I was stuck in spite of the motor. I got a man and two boys to push and finally the four of us (and the engine) pushed it out. I gave them two 50 centime pieces. Satisfied. The water was well over my boot tops, though I didn't get into it (that is, I was able to ride over the deepest parts.). Two or three smaller rivers were almost as hard 
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to cross, and muddy banks didn't help. It had rained hard the day before. At Belladere, near the border, I stopped to show my "permit to leave" to the police (Garde d'Haiti). I registered and then went on. A little further another man stopped me but couldn't speak any English. After stewing about for 10 minutes he let me go on. Fifteen miles farther on was Comendador, where there is a nice Customs House built across the road. I stopped and the officer addressed me in Spanish. He seemed puzzled when we failed to understand each other. Then he seemed to think of something and went to get a slip of paper with typewriting. He showed it to me and I found it was in Spanish. But I saw Dr. Richard E. Blackwelder in it and indicated that I was the same. He seemed pleased and acted as if that was enough,- I could proceed. But to be sure, I got out my passport and showed him my name on it. During the whole five minutes I didn't even get off the motor. I went on feeling almost ashamed to enter a country so easily, -almost without even identification! 
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