So, I took the great burden of finding out where we were onto my own shoulders, and began asking around. Since I could find no good, Christian speakers of the Queen's English, I had to settle for a dark-skinned young lad with a strange accent and an oddly-shaped head who smelled funny and had weird hair and didn't dress right and didn't eat right and had bad manners and smelled. He called himself "Daniel Smith"--I think. It's so difficult to spell these strange aboriginal names. Young Daniel called this place "The Philippines," another strange name the natives used. I, however, needed to know the area's real name.