January 29, 1945 - Noon - We went ashore to get radio fixed. I would have got to go to a Liberty party anyway. We landed at the air strip and went about 10 or 15 miles inland, to the city of San Jose. Boy, it sure was dusty. They really have a lot of planes on this place. All the land is level for about 10 miles, then it starts little rolls that leads to mountains eventually. The island doesn’t look much different from some places back home. The roads were gravel. When we passed San Jose, we passed a miniature train running on tracks like streetcar tracks. It looked just like one of the first trains invented with a big funnel and everything. We also saw a lot of water buffalo. The town of San Jose wasn’t much to look at, but it did have a few permenant buildings in it. There was a big sugar cane plant here that hadn’t been run since the war. When we got back to the beach, we went swimming in the surf while waiting for the small boat. This is just about as safe as at home. They haven’t had but two air raids since they took it. The last one was three weeks ago. I will probably go ashore tomorrow to pick up the SCR 608 receiver.