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110 leaves a free passage way [[strikethrough]] thru [[/strikethrough]] thru which passes an endless procession of boats, paddled rowed or [[underline]] skulled mostly by women [[/underline]] with the ever present little [[underline]] bundle and child on her back. [[/underline]] The transport or pedalle everything imaginable, each one having a specialty, - butcher, fish-monger, bamboo poles, [[strikethrough]] fo [[/strikethrough]] rice, vegetables, dried fish, fire-crackers, joss sticks, kindling wood etc. etc. Procession keeps up till dark, and starts again - early dawn. (See photos) [[underline]] Victoria Hotel, [[/underline]] situated on the edge of Shamian, near Canal looks well enough [[underline]] from outside. [[/underline]] It is the [[underline]] best!!) [[/underline]] hotel but is shabbily kept and run. Rooms and everything indicate neglect and lack of care. Linen is limp and not white and patched and so is everything [[end page]] [[start page]] 111 else, and as they have no competition they can charge what they want. Noisiest elevator I ever encountered keeps an intermittent shriek all over hotel. Fortunately succeeded getting a room with bath. Flimsy akward iron bed with mosquito netting. Guide took me thru town. 4 bearers for my palanquin [[underline]] 3 bearers [[strikethrough]] from [[/strikethrough]] for him. [[/underline]] Everywhere I am offered "real amber beads". I paid 1 Dollar Mex for one single red amber bead (50 cents American) and as I suspected it proved to be [[underline]] bakelite imported probably from Germany, Czekoslovakia or Holland if not from Japan. [[/underline]] They asked me [[underline]] 25 cents [[/underline]] (American money) for every yellow [[underline]] amber bead. [[/underline]] From examination of some of these beads I suspect that few of any are [[strikethrough]] rea [[/strikethrough]] natural