WELL—I made it to Amiens but not in one piece. I really got bit in my transfers. I sent my trunk and bike to Aulnoy, France, because Liège couldn’t give me a ticket all the way to Amiens. Well I got to Aulnoy and my trunk and bike were in Paris. Well, I pulled my hair out and slapped on the saddle on the baggage master for 50 minutes So finally as the train arrived I gave him my reclaim baggage slip and my address and he said he’d send my baggage to Amiens when it got back there to Aulnoy in another 9 hours or so from Paris. I was supposed to go to Valenciennes and do some business for Elder See but the train I caught went to St. Quentin! Somebody made a mistake!!?! Well, I got to see my dream city St. Quentin after all! I ran around for 7 hours trying to cool my bod and find the missionary apartment in St. Quentin but to no avail. There was a fair in the city just outside the station and about a million wild women running around. Caught an omnibus to Amiens. What a drag! I pulled out my hair over my trunk and bike cause I thought I’d seen the last of them in Aulnoy. But I got them back Wednesday, rather Thursday. RELIEF. Amiens is very closed and cold as compared to Liège. I was really shocked to find it so bad. We have 1 investigator whom I haven’t seen yet. We spent the first week tracting without even getting into one door. It’s the poorest
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