November 7 outside the tents got soaked. Afterwards the light (continued) and cotton white clouds in Ishasha Gorge are soft and peaceful, as if the gods have helped again. Tried some more telephoto shots a la Mike Fogden's advice. At 1600h we had a sudden visit from the local landowners and the head of the local "Resistance Council" head, who said we were welcome but they wanted to know our business. Out came snake and toad, and an impromptu show- and-tell by Bob made a good impression. At 1645h, perhaps because the "Resistance Council" has clocked us out, the locals are coming in groups of 6-8, staring at us doing chores and shooting the stunt—their faces show a combination of anxiety and curiosity as if we were aliens! Twice now when showing a snake or a crane to local people, they have expressed the opinion that I must be taking a special medicine in order to do it. At 1700h Benjamin tells that some women from a neighboring farm say a swamp on their land has so many snakes they are afraid to enter — so we peel out of camp in a line of 10-12 people, walk for ~10 minutes down a narrow path through chest-high green grass, past the open doors of a couple of dirt-floored one-room mud huts w/ eyes peering out, and entered an elongate, dark swamp beside a sweet potato patch. Bob found a tadpole and a metamorphosing frog, so we will return tonight. Benjamin talked to the farmers so that we file past their houseso