Saigon, French Indo-China

Sunday, August 4, 1929

Tea done with, I enjoyed a real shower and then took a short walk, returning soon to read the three bundles of newspapers I got from home. Also had a letter from Eleanor. The Beta Dragon was very welcome. I have been wondering if I would get one. The whole blamed afternoon and evening has been spent in getting up to date on this diary—and with this rotten ink. Lights went out tonight while at dinner and candles were substituted for some time. I noticed the very same thing happened at Seim Reap—and now have a suspicion that it is done on purpose—to give the married men a chance with the young belles and in their wife’s presence.

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