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[[top margin]] Dominican Rep. 5. [[/top margin]]

[[margin]] IX-2-35 [[\margin]] Went to the Legation where I talked chiefly [[margin]] J [[/margin]] with the Secretary Mr. Jas. E. Gantenbein. The minister was also there but I didn't get his name. After some talking I went down to the American Consulate. Mr. Reineck, the Consul, was very nice and sent a young man to go with me to the government offices to get licenses. After beating around until 1 o'clock we managed to get a license plate and a temporary driver's license. Mr Gantenbein invited me to lunch with him and one of the younger men at the consulate. They live together in a very nice cottage, and we had a pleasant time. I also managed to borrow a copy of the blue-print map which is the only available one of the Republic. I can probably keep it. The rest of the afternoon I spent writing to Ruth and unpacking the sidecar. The can of spare gasoline had leaked three or four gallons all over everything. I spread the things out and left it open all night. In the evening I got a bunch of old Liberty with a story The Case of the Curious Bride, one of the Perry Mason stories. I was bothered more by mosquitoes but only found one in the net this morning. 
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[[margin]] IX-3-35 [[/margin]]
Today is a national holiday, or rather a [[margin]] J [[/margin]] day of mourning. Five years ago, I believe, on this day was the great hurricane which practically demolished the city, killing several thousand people. I decided to start for Santiago after lunch, so spent the morning greasing and packing the motorcycle. Instead of taking everything with me, I put in only what I expected to need and left the rest with Mme. Senior. The Legation called up to say that had a package for me. It came in the diplomatic pouch. It was from Ed and contained four of the large mailing tubes and inside of these, I suppose, jars and bottles. Then the Consulate reported that they had a letter, -one from Mother and one for Ruth from P.I. About twelve o'clock I began to feel a little bit under the weather. I thought I was just hungry. I also thought that if I was going to be ill again I'd rather be in a good hotel in Santiago than a bum boarding house. I got away at 1:45 feeling a little woozy, but felt OK while riding. The pavement extends about 25 miles out of Santo Domingo and then gives way to washboard again. All the way I seemed to be just on the [[end page]]