K. Amman 1964 Taongi Stall, Marshall Do. one 4' high x 5' wide Scavola. Bimón + I were in tee-shirts and Phil was little better off in a short-sleeved shirt. Phil could hardly walk because his feet which had been badly cut up by sand. We made several forages for firewood and succeeded in keeping a good fire going throughout, which proved to be the one saving factor. The rain poured, the wind blew and we stood and sat and huddled and shivered, one side hot and the other icy, for four ridiculous hours. It stopped then. Until 6:30. Long enough for us to get warm. Almost. It began again. Slowly. We departed Kamone with no misgivings Shortly after 7. And it got worse. For another hour and a half we inched across the water, almost blindly in as heavy a downpour as we could get. At 8:30 we reached camp again. Not quite as cozy as a health + my. Brit dry, and a place to sleep we thought. Hoped. In vain. The tent floor was under 2 inches of water, cots + air mattresses and anything in the open were soaked. One might say we gave up in disgust at that point. At any rate, we stood around shivering and attempting to dry off (which was somewhat difficult since it was raining inside