National Geographic : 1957 Jul
Flight to Adventure penetrable cover of the dense Ituri Forest, were bands of Pygmies, hunting, perhaps, with bows and arrows and no doubt wondering at the sound of Charlie's engine. The Mambasa airstrip was only a rectangle of grass carved from the forest. There was no hangar, no structure of any kind. This raised a question: Where would we put Char lie while we visited the Pygmies? A friendly Belgian official solved the prob lem for us. He spoke to some Africans stand ing by, who lopped off branches from near-by trees with razor-sharp bush knives. We pounded the stakes into the rain-soaked earth with clubs, anchoring Charlie to them with our cargo ropes. Then a native soldier was appointed Charlie's guard, to shoo off any elephants that might try to use a wingtip for a back scratcher or any hyenas that might fancy chewing up the tires. Sign Points Way to Jungle Inn We still had an hour's drive ahead, which we made through the forest with a young Belgian agricultural expert. A rutted dirt road, the one we had seen from the plane, led us toward the west. Finally, sloshing through a heavy tropical downpour, we came to a side road and a sign: "Camp Putnam. Lodgement. Diner." The road led off into the forest. We drove through the rain for half a mile or so, with the dripping forest pressing closely Skis and Snow on the Roof of North Africa Provide a Holiday from Desert Heat Within an hour or two of the tropical flowers and palm trees of Marrakesh, the Atlas range sheers upward from the plain to more than 13,000 feet. Here, at about 8,000 feet, the authors indulge their favorite sport. A Berber worker, capped and robed like Santa Claus, supervises the ski lift in background.